by Pablo Picasso

I walk a lonely road, the one and only one I’ ve ever known.
I don’t know where it goes, but I keep walking on and on.
I walked the lonely and untrodden road for I was walking on the bridge
of the broken dreams.
I don’t know what the world is fighting for or why I am being instigated.
It’s for this that I walk this lonely road for I wish to be
So I am breaking up, breaking up.
It is the lack of self control that I feared as there is something
Inside me that pulls the need to surface, consuming, confusing.
being called weird I walk this lonely road on the verge of broken dreams.
And so i walk this lonely road and so just keep walking still

IMAGE: “Self-Portrait” by Pablo Picasso (1906)

MORE: Pablo Picasso started writing poetry at age 54. In 1935, he stopped painting, drawing, and sculpting, and committed himself to the art of poetry. Although he soon resumed his art career, Picasso continued in his literary endeavors, writing hundreds of poems, assembled in The Burial of the Count of Orgaz in 1959. In 1968, City Lights published his collection Hunk of Skin as Number Twenty-Five in its Pocket Poetry Series. To read more about Picasso’s poetry, visit wikipedia.org.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR/ARTIST: Pablo Picasso (1881–1973) was a Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist, stage designer, poet, and playwright who spent most of his adult life in France. As one of the greatest and most influential artists of the 20th century, he is known for cofounding the Cubist movement, the invention of constructed sculpture, the co-invention of collage, and for the wide variety of styles that he helped develop and explore.