The words don’t move, but my eyes do.
Immaculately written, every word seen clearly-
But together, devoid of meaning-
Might as well be a seamless dark smear-
Written by fear.
For shame-novels and poems don’t defeat me.
My own words flow like water-on paper-but sometimes-
They prefer to tie my hands and dance like foreign tongues.
Immaculately written, every word seen clearly-
But together, devoid of meaning-
Might as well be a seamless dark smear-
Written by fear.
For shame-novels and poems don’t defeat me.
My own words flow like water-on paper-but sometimes-
They prefer to tie my hands and dance like foreign tongues.
