The Greatest Tragedy

What hope is there
for one whose
great gift lay
Allowing days
to drift aimless
upon wispy clouds
of phantom excuses?
What use a life of
mindless rote and
trifling duties
An existence
turned away
from the
raison d’etre
kindled inside?
No greater tragedy
could I write

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6 replies »

  1. Oh that truly is tragic, when someone with so much potential and talent squanders it away. When you think about the masterpieces they could have created…I think this poem is a great reminder to nurture our talents and our dreams. 🙂

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