in this endless reality

In this endless reality

I am memories 

some whispers 

and some vicious tales

I am a mirror 

reflecting perseverance 

and the ache 

of unspoken words

I am more like 

the unfinished poem 

that plagues 

the heart of a poet

But to others, 

I am the craving 

for metaphors that elope 

I'm the lost but found

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think we are all works in progress, unfinished poems....
looking to write ourselves into that one great masterpiece...
we seldom get there but do die trying and writing and writing and writing.
j.

[hayzed]

This means a lot.
Thanks