Who We Are
Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind
Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine
Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple keys for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlocked it will conquer their brain
We are a shape-shifters just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they'll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they'll get the lesson of our every rain
Copyright © Frederick Espiritu | Year Posted 2016
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