I wrote a poem that no one reads

tallisman

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…

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Comments6

  • L. B. Mek

    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...)

  • Doggerel Dave

    The agony of it all....all that talent offered to unheeding philistines..... 😊

  • hzugman

  • hzugman

    Very nice progression. Love to hear that song.

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words tallisman, may the music never stop.

    Andy

  • Raven333

    Wonderful but yet a little sad write, but another great one!!!



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