Unwrittten
There are things in life
of which, I'll never write.
The memories unclear
and heartaches still held dear,
The days of early youth
when all said was truly truth,
The forgotten daydreams
of queens and knights and kings,
The tender thoughts
of moments which could not be bought,
The selfless deeds
for all those others and their needs,
The ego centered whims
of desires felt in solitude and sin,
The vaguely written words
of hopes and dreams and prayers unheard,
Those deep dark shadows well hidden
wherein lie all reality
that henceforth,
shall remain unwritten.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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