Art
Why does fame mostly come,
at the price of a life.
Why does a poem finally see the light of day,
after the writer's blood has dried up like the ink of his pen.
Why does an artwork reach millions,
long after the last breath of its fallen artist.
With his soul poured into every part,
the artist dies with his failed art.
Just to look down on a success story
he never had a chance to savour.
Yet maybe in death,
it's better to live on,
in the heart of your art,
than the selfishness of your riches.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoetryThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.
