The Unread Poem

I am, like that cloak in their closet that they might wear one day,
I am like an advertisement in their YouTube video,
Like a novel in their bookshelf that will get dusty again,
Like a dismissed scientific theory,
Like an outdated outfit,
An unhighlighted chapter in someone's syllabus,
I am, but, among trendy songs, an underrated song...
Therefore,
There seems to be no hand glove of my size,
There seems to be no sapien of My kind,
To stay hand-in-glove with,
To share a memorable memoir with.

~Larayyb,
   16/10/21

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