dead poet

dead poet A Poem by debileah

she placed me upon a shelf

with others of my kind

now I collect

dust

 

a once beautiful cover

is this now my shroud

blank pages

lay in wait

for pen and ink

 

dead poet

awaken

from thy barren grave

i beckon thee

 

give thought to me

just a glance

some kind of spark

 

pick up your pen

and take me in your arms

hold me close to your broken heart

touch me once again

fill me with your words

for i am withering away

 

dead poet

awaken

from thy barren grave

i beckon thee

 

soft as velvet fingertips

stroking computer keys

I am your diary