Eflatun Solmaz - Poorhemian Perhapsody
A foolish gaze cuts through me Screaming "I misread you" Whatever craft I take on From apprentice to master A loneliness teeters on The edge of hunger Don’t strain yourself Trying to write What’s on your mind No matter if it’s read Or long forgotten Or if it wilts On pages never turned The one thing I do best Isn't up for sale A buyer shows up Weighs it like a bale All it earns, at most is Two loaves and a toast So why be a writer Why even a poet I'm strong and well Might as well just beg Whatever craft I take on From apprentice to master A loneliness teeters on The edge of hunger Don’t strain yourself Trying to write What’s on your mind No matter if it’s read Or long forgotten Or if it wilts On pages never turned