THE STORYTELLER

The storyteller who told his stories,
His very own stories – of love,
Of loss and misfortune,
Of grief and pain,
Of his life in years past,
Is lost and gone forever
Drowned in the abyss
Of his own world.

The storyteller, who had fancies
And who loved and lost,
But still told his stories
To someone who never listened
And asked him to stop,
Is lost and gone forever
Drowned in the abyss
Of his own world.

The storyteller, who had dreams
And who spoke of his love
To which no one paid heed,
For which no one cared,
And for which he loved again,
Is lost and gone forever
Drowned in the abyss
Of his own world.

The storyteller, who is dumb now
And speaks no more of his stories
But still dreams and fancies
And loves again just to lose
And melt in the mist of indifference,
Is lost and gone forever
Drowned in the abyss
Of his own world.