Where Do They Go?

Where do they go?
Those poets from long ago.
That told me I was doing so well.
They felt like my friends, cheering me on in the stands.
"Write more! We love your work!"
"This speaks to me. . ."
"You took the words right out of my mouth. . ."

And then it stopped--
And they were gone.
All of those people that at one time loved my words.
I felt to be the soul of a new age.
But then they were gone.
And my words were left to gather dust.
So I wonder as I reread their old words of encouragement.
Of love and advice.
I can't help but wonder to myself.
These people that had seemed so nice.
These poets that understood my experiences and words.
That made my poems have a purpose in this world.
Where do they go?
Those guardian angels and their kind words.
Do they disappear?
Find someone new?
Where do they go?
And more importantly. . .
Why did they leave me alone?
Written by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
Published | Edited 14th Sep 2017
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