too late for the spotlightA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
i am
illuminated but dead i am read by
hoards but dead they didn't want me
alive i had no meaning to them
then but when the corpse
speaks from the halls of the vaults of the mausoleums of silence that screams
with grave cursive you hear me now, you like me now, you heed me now, the words finally claw
their way out of the dirt up from the lost
recesses of white dust i am finally more than a
notion an ocean of phrases that
now dance above the waves as you watch from the safe
sand sounding out the syllables clapping for an encore but i'm sorry i am illuminated but dead so the hoards can shed a
few tears if they prefer, and then just leave my
cynical bones to rot you didn't want me alive did you? erin-cilberto 7/7/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on July 11, 2019Last Updated on July 11, 2019 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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