I’m not a spoken word poet
I’m not
A performer
I won’t move you to tears
I’m just a fluff
That cotton puff that flies by
Lands in your palms right under ur eyes
I’m not that guy who fights for the fall of the tall
The one who sings words
Listens to the voice of faceless souls and goes quiet
When the night falls
I am not the girl who takes you away
On a journey into unravelling minds
Through flowing lines
I promise you I won’t tear you down or make you cry
I’m not worth the sound of snapping fingers
I write words that need to be read
Not out loud but quietly
When angels have gone to bed
I exist in the darkness
Where you light up your mobile
To know what the world is upto
You find me then
Sometimes at the crack of dawn
But mostly in the middle of the night
I am the voice of your demons
And they don’t perform on stages
They lurk backstage
In shadows
Until the mic goes on
You start to speak
The show starts
And I am