The Lonely Poem

How can a poem just sit there?
In a corner, somewhere,
or on the shelf,
wanting so much to express itself.
A poem unread allows despair.

How can one leave, a poem alone?
When it needs to atone.
Tries to bring light
and makes a romance bright.
A poem unread, can make one bemoan.

How can you ignore a poem’s deep cry?
Words and meaning you can’t deny.
An arrow shot through the heart.
Tears when lovers do part.
A poem unread will surely die.

How can a poem be waived?
Its purpose you craved.
Is it something you search for?
A message, or an open door.
A poem read, is an adventure braved.

Patsy, 20017

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