A mixed thought?

I have so much to tell myself,
If I am selfish, how could I?
When I was a child, my parents were feeding me,
Looked after me, and so much more to say,
They gave me food and drink to satisfy my body.
So if I am selfish, I tell you that I have learned nothing,
But if not, I tell you that I have gained such importance in life.
You get me, no, I ask, I get myself?
It is important to know oneself, like important knowing one’s book,
So, the sky reminds me that everything is blue and night with stars,
That everything inside, it should be taken care of the good things.
Well, I know everything that I think of, is such a deep one.
Riddle would reek that the words like, thee seek then peek thyself,
Strange, seek that meek upon such week, thought but I would
Sayth to thou, my mind is just but fantasy that has many words.
Honour and belief in the vein, it shall be like the vine,
But bear with the words that scripts, yeah such a ring-riddle.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

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This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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