Spontaneous Works of an Endless Dreamer (Poetry)

The Unknown and Forgotten

A/N: This poem was written for class, using personification.

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I am the sea so dark that contrasts against the horizon, 

In such a limit is my prison, 

Though you may wish for me to stop my follow, 

Don't bother with escape, 

For I'm prompt, 

Never late. 

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Ah, dearie do you wish for tea?  

I'll be with you till three, 

Never mind that, 

Just a joke; why don't you laugh? 

Ahh.. Nobody ever gets my jokes 

Most are scared away

by my ever so dark hue. 

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And pardon me, 

I don't mean to stare, 

Not exactly fault I'm always there 

You have eyes, and a whole world to see, 

Lots and lots of company. 

But me?  

On the contrary.

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For I really do,

See all, 

Guiding the way, from which the sun never shines, 

Or the luminous light of the moon does fall, 

Being everywhere and nowhere at once.

Well, considering I can't say much,

to convince you, 

I haven't any feelings;

though I still know you're blue, 

For never do I speak, 

within me is but an eternity of secrets, of answers;

ones I'm forced to keep, 

Watching the future pass by.

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If I didn't know better,

I'd say those feelings,

that I don't have, 

Are hurt.

Yeah, yeah, 

Lesson learnt, 

No messing with fire, else you'll get burnt, 

Nice. 

But water ails all burns,  

accompanied by many herbs and ferns.

But I can't get burnt?

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My heart, it does hurt,

The one I don't have,

Throwing such troubles,

one after another

latent darts,

at a board,

to catch them, 

the sky.

But don't you worry your sweet little head,  

For my dear, I bid you adieu,

For now we part, 

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And know these secrets,  

can lead you to the lands where none can chart, 

And now I shall leave you where all your adventures start, 

Well not actually leave, for that is impossible, 

In a place so beautiful, lush, and full.

Don't question me; for I know 

You must finish what you started. 

But only when it's too late;

you'll realize.

I'm your

ally,  

your one true friend.

That little voice in your head, 

As you tread on in the land, uncharted, 

And your lost hopes and dreams;  

All these things wished for, I see, 

I know all things,

just ask.

Look behind you;

what do you see? 

Me.  

You see me. 

Obviously.

But really, 

You don't.  

I ask, 

I beg you, to always remember my presence, 

The last, the past;

the future, and everything in between.

Though with time, one day,

perhaps you'll understand,  

You'll know.

That despite it all, I was always there for you.

Every time the sun set, the moon arose,

or the wind does blow.

All the pointless proofs I could show, 

but no time.

I beg of thee,

just don't forget me,

come what may, 

perhaps another day,

if you must know,

that forever and a day,

do I remain,

your shadow.