A dying poet's rage
Can go on for pages.
The words will scream in their mind
Of years lost behind.
The dying poet will see their sun set
On memories they have longed to forget.
Of all the people who have done them wrong
Will remember this dying poet's song.
Anger, sadness, pain,
These emotions of theirs is all the same.
20:20:20 of 2020
The last of woes and worry
Have faded as the dying poet sang,
Another mystery lost in the rain.
YOU ARE READING
The Dying Poet's Dream
PoetryGo on an adventure with me through words, landscapes, and dreams. Sail beyond your landscapes and follow your own compass to the beat of your own drum. Follow me through the woods and adventure to the great beyond.
