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