The Poet's Dilemma

How do I begin,
When all I see is a blur,
Fixated on the blank pages,
Do i stand and roar?
Or cower and drown,
With sealed lips,
Holding tight with a clasp,
Beyond the moment of bondage,
Will I give chance to rage?
While I watch hope go away,
The visions of utopia,
Creeping through the reflection,
Of a lone memory,
Laid back in the labyrinth of the Amazon,
While the words burn like a flaming candle.

I choose to speak these words,
And kiss goodbye the hailstorm of doubt,
Trumpeting into the night,
The futility of fear,
Drowning in the pool of emancipation,
Against the pits of doubt,
Holding the golden grains,
Against the looming thoughts of despair,
Regardless of the burden I bear,
Let the tempest heed the call of freedom,
At the sea shore will I stand
Echoing into the hollows of desolation,
Admits the horrid nights of a bottled glory.