ALL THOSE I FELT & TOUCHED ; An Anthology

🩶Letter from a forgotten poet🩶

Dear reader,  

There was a time
when I thought I could be somebody,
  somebody who can make people happy.  
I thought I had a way with words,
swapping them around like some playing cards. 
I thought I could change this world, 
and breathe poetry to heal a dying man. 
I thought I'd win that Nobel Prize, 
which no one in my country could ever win.  

But now, I'm not sure about it all,
as I stare at the deafening silences left under what I write.
  I hate the countless  hours
that I spent to pick the right words
to symbolise the shades of blue in my heart,
only to be treated with sheer indifference. 
I feel like I'm reciting poems underwater, 
when the circus keeps performing on the beach.  
Sometimes I'm confused  
and stand stranded at the crossroads, 
of quitting and taking one more chance,
for I hear neither a curse nor a compliment.   

Dear reader, 
This letter is signed by thousands of poets
you have ignored 
and threw in the vaults 
of oblivion.
Maybe, when they are dead,
you might honour them
with a posthumous award.
You might proudly announce 
that there work is now a masterpiece,
and write dozens of papers
analysing the anatomy of their deepest griefs.

But does it matter ?  
when they were alive, 
they were bleeding in metaphors
and screaming in ironies
till someone  decoded their cries for help.

Dear reader,
you buried them
long before their due date.

yours sincerely,
A forgotten poet.

Amanda Lopez 🥀-