A Story Not Yet Told – The Poetry Marathon

Tentative notes

Emerge from your throat

A song like a lullaby

To help say goodbye

To the cruel day

A break of rhythm

That you were given

To alter the sound

As your tears hit the ground

So it wasn’t the same old same old

And this became a story that had not yet been told

A melody

Not quite ready

To have the lyrics inflicted

In a way that’s unrestricted

Because this is a story not yet told

And you can’t come at it cold

And there’s no ending yet

Just a simple refrain

Because you’ll want to hear it again

When you notice the sound of rain

Is hidden in the frame

Of the story not yet told

Eventually

A harmony

As things come together

Just when you could have been at the end of your tether

And you realise this story untold

Won’t have to be finished alone.