I wrote a poem that no one reads
On barren ground I planted seeds
I begged for love but no one heeds
I was deserted and in despair
I was a mystery to society
Where no one had a use for me
I had no place I needed to be
No one to really care
Then I sang a song sweet and low
Played the tune and played it slow
The world listened to the music flow
And begged me for more
Then I sang a song low and sweet
My adulation was complete
As the people worshipped at my feet
Or gathered outside at my door
Then suddenly I realised
I’d become someone I despised
Saw myself through weary eyes
didn’t like what I saw
So I turned to deny the world at last
And turned to hide in my past
Choosing to become an outcast
To hide away in shame
But the music never really dies
It lives on in some disguise
And I am left to realise
That nothing stays the same
I wrote a poem that no one reads
On barren ground I planted seeds
The poem expanded to become a song
The seeds grew vines thick an strong
But the love I begged for was never there
Still deserted and in despair…
- Author: Tallisman (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 8th, 2022 03:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Confused about this one!
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments6
Brilliant!
(maybe over the years
you will read it again
and find all those hidden ingredients, imbued
deep within
all those, miniscule traits in a poem
that make it a mirror of words
than mere ink on a canvas...)
The agony of it all....all that talent offered to unheeding philistines..... 😊
Very nice progression. Love to hear that song.
Wonderful words tallisman, may the music never stop.
Andy
Wonderful but yet a little sad write, but another great one!!!
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