All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players - Shakespeare - my poem Travellers is a take on this legendary verse...
An empty soul,
I leased myself
to three travellers
and heard themselves
in my heart.
I Me Myself,
a person said
with a clear mind,
I saw my thoughts
dawdle through it.
A person who ate
half threw half,
my thoughts traveled
half the way, ending up
in his heart, unable to
open its doors until
someone unlocked them.
And yet there is a person
who grinded my thoughts
into tales untold and arts
illegible to be read.
I think this is my favorite poem of yours.