Shelved Idea
written by: G. Rod Hamilton
Consume the days
This is a fade
Played out in a costumed tomb
At the desk deep into night
A mile from realized
Then in a meltdown to candle flame
“I’m done with this!” she’d say
If ever it seemed so
An ending so close
Sat on my seat edge
I’d listen in
Known only as an idea shelved
In over-correcting a plot hole
Off in the weeds and down a well
Feeling a setback, exhale cold
Notes referred to, since erased
In forcing message
Framework stretched
Soon to be orphaned in the wait
An ardor for metaphor
Abstruse and allegorical
The dead-end feel of immurement
Hitting a wall as she read
Know only if she could
To step away is good
Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana - the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspense stories.
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