New Poet

 

Writing poetry on the inside of my eyelids,

 

Remembering everything to forget them again…

 

Writing poetry on my heart,

 

Carving it, pretending to know what I’m talking about.

 

Sculpting poetry on my arms and legs,

 

My best friend, a sharpened pen…

 

Days wasted, sleepless nights,

 

But no one knows.