Day One: Never Created

Left sitting, staring, left aside

behind the glass doors, neatly bound

and pressed between soft covers.

They would talk to the one passing by.

Be a beacon in the dead of the night

and breathe inside hesitant dreams.

Thought of and pushed away

glanced at, shut away and left alone

no kind words from friend or stranger

Gently, the crisp pages faded

bent under age and dust

until the one left this life

Left dying, the ones who never had a chance

Dead inside the covers, released from

behind the glass, too late. One line.

Once upon a time…


Prompt by a friend, what would happen if you lived alone and nobody checked on you? Perhaps not the best interpretation of said prompt, but I had fun writing this. Happy NaPoWriMo!



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