No Poems for Me by Jennifer L BanksYou talk of illusions
and dwell on the past
In the universe dark
a symphonic spell was cast
To release you, enchant you,
Their lives not so old
But nothing about me cherished
You noticed not, my heart of gold
You couldnt give me an honest chance
You made up your Debussy mind
There is no second wishful chance
Like any scattered Pisces we find.
Every poem and every story written on these
threads of wood pulp and pale cotton
I thought had pieces of me interwoven
Oh but alas I was forgotten
The curse in my life,
endless as far out as deep blue sea
only creates strife and still,
Always and forever you wrote
.....No poems for Me.
04/30/2005 Posted on 04/30/2005 Copyright © 2024 Jennifer L Banks
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