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Try To Remember

Try to remember me how I am\

Cool|

Calm|

Collected|

Cold|

Alone|

Neglected|

Centuries and decades past my present|

Abstract imagery displays on the canvas of my painting|

Stereo speaks through wires crisscrossing|

Ending in one single strand of connection|

Alive yet deemed helpless|

Wise words lead to vast gestures|

Mime tricks lead the mouth into motionless silence|

Neglecting passages of taxing injections|


Comments

  1. This poem seems like it's coming from the words of a forgotten musician or artist of some sort. It's quite sad. It also feels like the musician/artist has been misunderstood. Very interesting poem. I have always had that certain fear; of making music, writing a book, or poetry that ends up totally neglected and/or misunderstood.

    But it happens to the best of people through time. Once again, your talent emerges to express very deep feelings.

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