We are connected
Do not run after my thoughts For I shall be in yours Not a moment Shall I not be your witness As a writer I shall be in your world Long before you I saw some sufferings Not a distant mile Just a breath away from time I was a witnessed and I inked my pen.. My eyes witnessed faces vary in color and shape The soul hides in their dresses The black is covered with red As a writer I inked my pen.. I have witnessed untold stories that others choose to ignore.. As a writer I exposed them.. A writer of the nights A motivator of light My words are small candles to glow in the dark.. I am your witness A writer of your life Your constant companion Though I am a stranger Humanity is my subject Life is my object.. We live connected From a distance For I am your....WITNESS.. (Photo: Not mine)