just something I wrote

many of those who know me, I don't have much a poetic bone in my body. And to conjure up anything that is not a haiku is rare at best. But for some reason, this I wrote just came out. I almost decided not to post it anywhere but I figured why not..

A Dream a Requiem

The last song, sung into the wind,
only the angels and bird can hear its melody.
The final words been written,
a lost masterpiece, only read by the recycle bin.
The great painting, one brush away from completion,
now forever covered by a layer of white.
All things, gone into obscurity.

Ambitions, like the turning of the seasons, change anew.
Some are nurtured, others starve for attention.
The true survival of the fittest – survival is viability,
success is the harvest, failure is the famine.
The lost, locked away in a steam trunk in our minds,
never to be opened – abandoned and forgotten.

The song, silenced into a box and placed in the trunk,
for it was not suitable for the ears of many.
The book, one that could shape a society, bound in cloth,
the words unworthy to be seen by others.
A painting, rolled into a tube of cardboard,
not enough strength to be considered a classic.

Multitude of others just like this, each one a small wish,
each one a desire of our own secret heart – a thought.
The trunks of one’s deepest mind, the sanctuary of forgetfulness,
this is where dreams to go die.
The unfinished picture of the singer who wanted her songs heard,
from the words she written – all connected and all gone.

This is the requiem of what was never achieved.
All those broken and abandoned desires – your song.
Each one, like a friend saying goodbye, farewell.
To a dream, here is a requiem.
If not for anyone or anything, for the last dreams never to shine.
All can be given is a small words of regret.
To a dream…a requiem.

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