on dreams of yesterday
a painting bleached by sun
realization not begun
no beginnings at the end
dreams you can't transcend
the color starts to run
on what is left undone
slowly slipping from grace
bitter, scorched aftertaste
redemption never comes
from the forgotten one
thought there was more time
'fore clouds blocked the sun's light
canvass smeared, the likeness none
untouched dreams and one left shunned
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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