Useless words, devoid of meanings,
what purpose can they serve?
In that sense, what is the point of words,
glaring mockingly, from snow white pages?
Permanently ingrained in the fibers of one’s soul,
thrown out carelessly, their context misused.
Lost in society’s daily struggle for power,
indelible black impressions, trampled underfoot.
Forgotten, discarded, lying hopefully in wait,
straining, with every ounce of their being, desperate for notoriety, by a writer.
Persisting in their quest for acknowledgement they remain,
patiently waiting to be remembered.
I sense the yearning behind these forgotten words,
bereft of the pages upon which they were intended to be scrawled.
Unclaimed, ownerless, never failing to believe they will reunite with him,
I sat there and waited, but he never came back.
*This poem was based on the video C is Sea and is incorporated in the poem in the line “Useless words” and “What purpose can they serve?” and concludes with the prompt line “I sat there and waited, but he never came back”.
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