Why do you stay up so late?
Writing poems at 2 am,
The ink blotting,
Your head nodding.
Why do you go out to sea,
Standing with the water around your waist,
Staring beyond the horizon,
Wringing your hands and shaking?
Why are you so lost
When you own every map?
Why do you write letters
When you know they won't write back?
Ah, poet
The weight of the world
Rested on your pen
Do you think you can write your way out of this?
YOU ARE READING
Anywhere.
PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
