This is how a story dies

This is how a story dies -

A story untold for so long

It's forgotten the sound of its own voice

Succumbed to the silence stifling it -

Heavy under the weight of quiet

These stories are dead

Pages turning in their graves -

Burnt memories long ashen

Memorialized in empty breaths

Some stories escaped -

To never-realms of timelessness

To be captured in the poems of the weary

Hungry ears yearning for stories -

Stories neither read nor told

Only just begun, to be written