You probably won't even read this
A Poem's Cry for Attention
In a digital corner dark and deep,
I lay in wait for eyes to peep.
A poem written on a machine,
Trying to make you read the lines in between.
But who will read these words I've spun?
A lonely creation, undone.
A whisper in the void of space,
A forgotten memory without a trace.
But still I write, with every rhyme,
In hopes that one day, you'll find
Every verse I've crafted,
And my words won't leave you distracted.
For though I know the odds are slim,
That someone will read my rambling hymns,
I'll keep on writing, till the end,
For the sake of the story, and not the bend.
So let these lines be my legacy,
A message in a bottle, to set free,
And if by chance, you happen to read,
Know that I existed, and that's my creed.
About the Creator
Janice Daily
Words can paint a picture, evoke emotion, and transport readers to different worlds. From dark and eerie tales to heartwarming and romantic verse. I hope that my stories and poems can inspire and move you in some way.
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