Someday soon
this space
will be empty
No for rent sign
Will bring to mind
What used to be
The occupant who
Truly fought to do
All he could
thinking that should
Be enough to sustain
The publics relation
The joining together
Through true considerations
Re•noun•ced reverberations
Pronoun•ced vowel use
In sentencing alliteration
To solitary inconsiderations
In deliberations or indeterminant
Interrpretations.
So in the end
resulting Inclinations
may have hinged upon
That period
with an overriding Exclamation
marking the end
extinguishing the flame
accepting that the now dark emptiness
May have
Tried to guess... as they did their best
To seek out some exclamation mark
but in the end, they could not bend
It into a question mark
For
The end came like a thief in the night
Leaving an emptiness all but unnoticed
As poem after poem came tumbling down
Torn loose by the very same hand
that also once wrote us
Someday soon this space will be empty
With no "for rent " signs to remind
anyone
That anything ever even existed herein.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
Someday soon
this space
will be empty
No for rent sign
Will bring to mind
What used to be
The occupant who
Truly fought to do
All he could
thinking that should
Be enough to sustain
The publics relation
The joining together
Through true considerations
Re•noun•ced reverberations
Pronoun•ced vowel use
In sentencing alliteration
To solitary inconsiderations
In deliberations or indeterminant
Interrpretations.
So in the end
resulting Inclinations
may have hinged upon
That period
with an overriding Exclamation
marking the end
extinguishing the flame
accepting that the now dark emptiness
May have
Tried to guess... as they did their best
To seek out some exclamation mark
but in the end, they could not bend
It into a question mark
For
The end came like a thief in the night
Leaving an emptiness all but unnoticed
As poem after poem came tumbling down
Torn loose by the very same hand
that also once wrote us
Someday soon this space will be empty
With no "for rent " signs to remind
anyone
That anything ever even existed herein.
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