Swansong

This is my swan song

I lay down my pen with a trembling sigh,

Curtailing the voice of my dreaming muse,

For none remain to read, and none to buy.

This is my swan song

I silence the rhythm within my soul,

Wiping away the thoughts once bold,

As my quiet resolve meets a world grown cold.

This is my swan song

The ink shatters beneath my trembling hand,

The nib, once noble, breaks on barren land,

For my verses found no honour, no demand.

So let the reel world shine and rise,

While my stardust dreams in silence die.

No final ovation, no curtain call

Just the hush of a poet who gave her all