To be continued,
They say.
But it never turns out very good.
My book: finished. Done.
Shall I put it away?
Hide it away?
What would you do if you think people will hate it?
They’ll hate me too.
Because they know who I am.
I’m not anonymous.
I can’t hide away.
Shall I put it away?
Because I’m worried.
That is why
I am shy
To let you read my book.
I am worried it will offend you.
I am worried it will patronise you.
I am worried it will hurt you.
That is why
I am shy.
That is why
I cry.
Read it? I don’t know.
It’s up to you
What you do.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s done.
This is where it ends.
I wrote,
that is all.
The curtain falls.
My part is done.
Last modified: 20 September 2024
