Ode to a Lost Thought

Though you are a beautiful notion,

You have come too late in this day,

You rise only to be stunted-

By my resigned and resenting eyelids.

Though you may never see day-

Be breathed unto the intellectual air-

Or feel the freedom of ink and page,

Know that you were my own,

One that I loved though I can not remember,

You are undoubtedly one that I cherish,

For you have risen with me, by me, and for me,

You are one of the few I can call my own.


About justsomecollegekid

Specifically anonymous, sorry if that is a bit off, but I do it so that I can get feedback as though my writing were completely removed from myself. As such, I would love to hear your feedback, good or bad. Many Thanks. View all posts by justsomecollegekid

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