Dreamers are dreaming
And dreamers are dead,
Dying with a handful of words
They are never going to say,
Thinking how sad it must have been
To find a poet gone,
A red-ink pen stabbed right into his heart,
A lonesome suicide—
An absurd-looking man,
Eyes forced open,
Viewing his soon to come death.
A traumatic event: he gave up his voice for a better future or a better life,
What difference does it make right now?
Silver linings scattered on the floor,
A single tear mourning everything he's lost.
He was trapped inside his head,
Deciding whether poetry made enough sense,
And dreamers are dead,
Dying with a handful of words
They are never going to say,
Thinking how sad it must have been
To find a poet gone,
A red-ink pen stabbed right into his heart,
A lonesome suicide—
An absurd-looking man,
Eyes forced open,
Viewing his soon to come death.
A traumatic event: he gave up his voice for a better future or a better life,
What difference does it make right now?
Silver linings scattered on the floor,
A single tear mourning everything he's lost.
He was trapped inside his head,
Deciding whether poetry made enough sense,
Guess the answer came across a glimpse,
A buried impulse, a lack of inspiration.
The desperation of an artist that became too much to bear,
A poet without words is only flesh and bones,
useless and a burden to himself.
Now he lays connected to the earth
While a few stray cats start licking his palms,
Tasting the metallic blood spilled across the dirt,
Engraved on his wooden tomb
there’s his name, handwritten in black:
"The unhappiest poet this town has ever seen."
While a few stray cats start licking his palms,
Tasting the metallic blood spilled across the dirt,
Engraved on his wooden tomb
there’s his name, handwritten in black:
"The unhappiest poet this town has ever seen."
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Poetry a popper's game where the money makes no sense or cents and when inspiration dies the ego is the pallbearer. A wonderful write full of metaphor and great lines.
There’s no other way you could’ve phrased it better. Thank you so much for the thoughtful comment and kind words , really means a lot! ❤️
You are most welcome Anna
What a great epitaph.
"The unhappiest poet this town has ever seen."
Thank you so much, I’m really glad that stood out to you! ❤️
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