The alphabet
chases me
corners me
forces me
to take its letters
(aghhh...eeee...ayeeee....ohhhhhh....you!)
form them
into words
form them
in sentences
that make some kind of sense...sometime
meaning that means something & then
...something more.
Only leaving me to be
when(alone) this poem
is done
leaving my mind
bruised & battered
still(only just) breathing
alive to the sense of it all
a poet
on the run
a fugitive from
the word gang!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem