Dead Poet's Night
Words become lonely this night
Thoughts declining to believe
Letters spelling for my veiled sight
Have I a lonesome night to weave?
They were there… everywhere
Those thoughts… those in my mind
But… I can’t seem to care
I must… leave them behind
I am far… far to be near
I am… yet somehow not to be
And to no one I appear
I am… yet no one can see…
So much a thought… I chose one
Yet my choice chosen became unclear
And from my chosen thought…. I run
How have I learn to fear?
Words accompanied my night
Of thoughts did I believe?
Letters spelling for myself to hide
Need I a lonesome night to weave?
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2010
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