We are all worms hiding in bookshelf
We prefer to chew them alone
We are not outcast, rather
We are the protagonist of our own story
Unskilled ink as I am
I dance with my pen in this stage of paper
Filling up the pages,
Like my words are fading just like my sadness
*********
A little poem for all of us. Let's enjoy reading and making the story we are proud of.
Following
Sign up to join the largest storytelling community
or