Simple Writer

I am nothing but a simple writer Trying to find my place in the world In the battle of existence I am my own fighter I am a lonely and a dying bird My life is covered with death Please don’t you take the cover Don’t undress my darkness and fear Don’t reveal what I don’t want to unravel I am nothing but a simple writer Why are you looking for a famous hand? I am not the person you should be looking for I am what you can’t stand Go search for metaphors, for comparisons and paradoxes My work does not include all of that My writings have nothing to do with the poetic forms My work is empty and flat So what are you looking for? Are you looking for the empty me? I have already sold my soul To create a bittersweet tragedy I am nothing but a simple writer You do not have to read my words In the battle of poetry I am the only fighter I have no weapons or swords