Library of The Forgotten

A Poem by LyricalNights

A Library where dreams are not given life and exist in forgotten books.

Dreams on bookshelves;
bookshelves in a secluded library;
library in a secret place;
dreams wait inside books

Dreams never to be read;
books orderly presented/unopened
waiting for someone to read them,
yet, they remain with ancient dust
clinging to them like glue,
from times long past

Deteriorating away with the passing of long, agonizing time

Pages turning back to ash;
unable to be picked up and opened, anymore,
perishing to the elements,
never to have their story told and retold

The sweet death of obscurity

Long nights weeping into the darkness,
where the only starlight is the glistening tears,
never to be realized or breathed into life;
Alone in the Library of The Forgotten

Screams of madness, they echo their angst
reflected down the chambers, forever
longing, to be real and free
not imprisoned inside of nowhere

Where nothing resides but the begging for life

Dreams lost inside their own desperation...
Staring outside the chamber's windows
waiting for someone to arrive,
for that questionable knock on the door...