calligraphy - a poem by me

[rotten]

Nobody acknowledged it
Nobody cared
You had to write its history with steel
For all to see on your own paper
Everybody cried
Everybody sneered
You threw back every feedback with a grin
It didn't matter
All was welcome with you
And one day you bled on que
Closed your eyes one last time
At least they'll bleed from their eyes at the shrine