portrait of a has been

a dream – covered scream

silenced

by the cold embrace of age

poesy soon tires out
visions maimed by stillness

whatever despair left behind
it never made its presence felt

he is now reduced to almost
a pigment of imagination

known only to a few

waiting

for a flash

of brilliance

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