A scroll unravels revealing a spill of words on its paper,
Ink runs and pools excitedly. Thoughts now left for later.
How they form a deep dark stain on my fine red carpet.
Reaching for their absent author, but sure to miss the target.
Whispering out for their the forgetful scribe to come return.
But the scroll will not be revised. Simply left to twist and turn.
When it does, it cries, and time ticks by, for the receiver.
A messy draft. An un(der)achiever.
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♫ "just don't hang your hopes on me" ♫
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Author:
Urgirl_martini (
Offline) - Published: October 2nd, 2026 06:37
- Comment from author about the poem: A revised old poem, about an even older project left unfinished.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Creative with font and bold as well as size change and color. Nicely done
Thank you! Was having fun with it.
You are very welcome
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