11 February 2013
I don't quite understand.
The poems I love and cherish -- That I've worked on for weeks-- Get nary a like or comment, Despite their brilliant verse.
But those I throw on paper, The newborns of my mind, Are passionately popular Despite their lack of rhyme.
All that I draw from this is: I do not understand, What catches one's attention Here, beyond a firebrand...
Isn't a poem more than this? I want to scream and shout; That those who read my poems, then, Care little now for art.
Popularity • Opuss № I