I sit in the darkness
of a skeletal frame
where is my conscience hiding?
in this dusty decline of latter years spent
dreaming of windmills to conquer
maidens honor to save
tilting my head in shadows and cobwebs
waiting for my cue to act
I am here
biding my time looking at hour glasses
with no sand to watch flow away
a surreal grip on unreality
where everything is fluid
and nothing really matters afterall
because I sit resolute in my resolve
too clever for words
and almost; always
forgotten...
Author notes
http://www.jshaposka.com/forgotten.jpg
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A really nice use of imagery here - a great interpretation of what the picture meant for you. Good luck to you in the contest!
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