The Library of Forgotten Dreams

By Angela John

I failed! I failed to keep alive an Empress of Elegy.

Forever, I drew a blank ecstasy, owing to the tepid social web.

Death of mine was foretold by the tyrannical World.

My soul wore a crown of ache and mourned-

“Help me Please!”

Be that as it may; the fearful lull between storms is never heard.

A creator in me sings a secret song-

“Let me live in the library of forgotten dreams

to embrace my life, my passion 

and my freedom to weave words into rhythm.”

Be that as it may; the fearful lull between storms is never heard.

My soul wore a crown of ache and mourned-

“Help me Please!”

Death of mine was foretold by the tyrannical World.

Forever, I drew a blank ecstasy, owing to the tepid social web.

I failed! I failed to keep alive an Empress of Elegy.

By Angela John