by you

one day, this book would claim
recognition and pride
then history will forget
when the dusk refused to leave
you, curled up in a blanket
of words you cannot write

one day, as the pages turn
and your story comes to life
the world will feel the pain
of a man reinventing his first love
and a child trapped in the fairy tale
of a frog  that remained
buried in the sand

let the pages burn their hands
one for each minute you were judged
one for each lover you killed
one for each dream you failed
one for each night you died