Poem -
The Artist
Dead & Gone
Morbidly broken.
Unto an end,
Not unlike my own.
Where least,
Nor last;
Show the differences among us.
Chasing lost dreams,
To a cynic’s cause.Â
Through mediums,Â
Of all shapes and sizes.
Exploring limits;
And boundaries,Â
Irreverent to care.
Yet knowing I will
Never be heard,Â
Or seen until
I’m already gone
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Comments
The pointless of it all... I can relate. But dont think your voice is unheard! Though I'm not the most active poet in the Cosmos I always love reading your work Daniel. Peace to you
Wow! You’re kind words were unexpected. Thank you so much. You have made my day.Â
XD, That`s what we`re here for!
Wow a great and powerful poem. So many artists are not recognised for their brilliance until they are long gone. I think you expressed  that perfectly đź‘ŚÂ
Gwen :)