Don’t Look at Me

by Viktor Tejada

I am better unseen
I am better read
I am a poet
I use my words
I use my head
I am not wonderful
Far off beautiful
My words are all I have
And my words are all that there ever will be

I am a poet
Remember me for the beauty of my words
The singing of the birds
The cries for our ill-mastery
These words are the only beauty
Inside the boy of sane insanity