I've got these ink stained hands
untouchable, unwashable
even by the sands of time
ink stained by my words
Words I say, Words I write, Words I hold
words written on the page
concealed within my heart
The words I still hold
ink rubbed off from my
hands,my heart, my soul
Seen by many, Understood by none
fallen on the deaf , the blind, the dumb
fallen on the ground, slipping through the streets
in between the cracks
left to walk back and forth
left inside its crying cradle
Yearning to be with more
Words that I hold
no matter how heavy ,
no matter how long
I'm Atlas,holding on as long
as I can-
Until I let go-
and I watch them spill out from my hands
to those loose leaf pages
margins too small
filled with words with the beating sweat of my palms
Sweat smeared pages so sweet
It's a living, breathing, part of me
So Spoiled
Sitting there so comfortably
disreagrading the silly lines that try to keep them neat
No more lines left on the leaf
no more words spilling out from me
left in this body
Sealed and Shut
I can't do it
I give up
-CQR