Hungry For Poetry
I Planned of
throwing away
the eld
machine
of writing,
crumple
the papers
accomplices
of mine
fetish...
until stop
writing...!
but how :?
the words
pass by
my head
as models
on the catwalks...
demanding attention!
I had conceived over blinding myself
completely...
(I sight poorly!),
not to sight anymore
colors, paintings...!
but my mind
have files
secrets with
all beauties
of the world !
I stopped eating,
never
I was hungry...
I stopped drinking,
I found myself free
from headquarters...
I am further health than
before...
my hunger
literary has increased...!
not further devouring
mountain ranges of ideas
pass my hunger
of verses...
thus drinking
an Amazon
of words,
I never killed my
thirst for poetry...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment