Unfinished Masterpiece

Baker

It’s dark here.

And I am all that is left.

The last ship sailed.

Blowing cold smoke from my lips.

 

Time seems joyful at my dismay.

But this sinking feeling again.

Has been ever present.

I just pushed it away.

Hoping to forget.

 

I’m an unfinished masterpiece.

Oh what could’ve been?

If you had poise.

If you had a vision.

Or an aim.

 

But now my skin is now gone.

I wander with the rest of the ghosts.

Singing my stories.

To those that might listen.

Of the great things I’ve yet to accomplish. 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Baker (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2025 08:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • 2781

    In my experience that nothing is lost.

    • Baker

      I hope so. Thanks for the comment 2781.

    • sorenbarrett

      A most interesting view point of us all being unfinished masterpieces, missing some finishing touches to make us perfect. A lovely poem that is a fave

      • Baker

        Thanks so much. It means a lot. 💕

      • Poetic Licence

        I like essence of the write that we are unfinished masterpieces, just a few bits needing to be added, a lovely positive way to look at life, enjoyed the read



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