Offering

This is all I have to give to the
World.
Writing
That is elicited with the labour of
Experience.
Elucidating
The agony behind each word of
Thought.
Tired
Of accumulating this fat on my
Soul.
Serving
No purpose during floods and
Droughts.
Diseasing
The mind with the obesity of
Self-pity.
Subtracting
The burden with poetry, prose and
Genrelessness.
Generating
Heat and light using paper as
Fuel.
Fan
The flames of my only offering.