Death of a Dream (Forgotten)
This empty space
Shallow, like the shadows of fate
Hollow through the lens of your saving grace
Am I just a piece of
The puzzle left unsolved
The story, half-written
The longing, the sorrow
Tattered and turning
Through longings and yearnings
For medicine to sooth all this pain
The wet streaks
Glisten, down the side of my face
In a question of why I can't find my place
Am I just coincidence
A truth without meaning
A record, left spinning
Inaudible sounds, inaudible sounds
Intoxicated, slurring
This fire, once burning
Is cold and black
Can't hold it back
The reason, I knew of
The gift, I used to share with you
Fades to black
In a moment, you'll forget all of the words I've said
In a second I'll be just a fragment left
In a memory, you can't seem to not forget
Just a thing that you left here with no regret
J. Douglas Stephenson
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Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson: Part 2
PoetryA collection of poems from the mind of J Douglas Stephenson
