A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.
-Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
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I have a poem inside my heart. An unwritten poem that will never see the light of day. It's been there for a long time, and I don't know what to do with it. I wonder if it will slowly dissolve into the mist of all the forgotten words and things I don't remember anymore?
Or will it linger there burning like a flame nipping at my senses till slowly it burns itself down and when I take my last breath will it slip out of my mouth and become my last words...?
9/20/2017
(Simple words about a poem that remains inside my heart)
at least get it on paper for someones heart to take in someday....I have many that have never seen daylight...I write them at night and close the page...
ReplyDeleteis a dream a lie that doesn’t come true?...or is it something worse...
just your description alone is poetic...
ReplyDeleteIt's an eternal flame....
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