Unfinished thoughts
like an unfurnished room,
they start to flourish
but end too soon.
They start to form,
in the bleak backwoods
of the mind,
tangled in the twisting vines,
then they meander off
down another pathway.
Maybe they will return some time.
Unfinished thoughts
like unspoken words.
Things unsaid
that once
floated around your head.
Now like a cemetery,
a desolate place.
Empty,
but for the dead,
that wander this space.
Unfinished thoughts
swept away
on the breeze.
There for a second,
now away
with the fairies..
Unfinished thoughts
like boats
on still seas.
Lost upon
an ocean of solitary
like words
that once breathed.
Unfinished thoughts
like a symphony,
brought to crashing halt.
The grand hall falls silent,
as gasps of shock are held
tightly in throats
like unspoken words,
never to be released.
Never to fly
like uncaged birds,
never to be set free.
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