To Lurkers...

Your eyes are wandering
glass scanners
Over vowels and constenants
Spread across pages and pages of
Soul...
We put our souls on display
Without hesitation
Battle and spit,
Spilling diamond drops
Of Joysexhurtpainhappinessanxiety…
in poems.
Unafraid of judgements
That could never counter the truth.
Our truths…
Are typed in smiles and tears,
Written in the midst of fears
Stained with tears, colorless
And thoughts that are merciless-ly
Tugging at our finger tips
Ready to be read…

By you.

Your eyes glued to the screen
Not even sure what’s come over you…
Sitting and absorbing
Our spirituality
A religion of diction that
Brings us unity…

Yet you …
remain in shadows, unclassified.
Steadily increasing our 'views'.

I write, therefore I am…
But who in.the.hell are you?