The alphabet was created centuries upon centuries ago from
Scratch.This poem was formed indecently
By brain matter, waves and
Fingers.By my own hand like by theirs the Romans
Created a written language to share
Experiences.We create poetry, stories and diaries
By our own hands to record our brain fuelled
Wanderlust.So why do I have a fear of sharing my handcrafted letters
Which have a vice of their own and a
Path.Why do I create words tinged with sadness and lines dotted with
Blades.Poems I can't read.
Poems I'm scared to share.2.5.16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paintbox
PoesiaPoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.