Definitely a suspect

In the useless ideas graveyard
where great thoughts are hard
to come by
a lonely idea gives a lonelier sigh
and lays down beside me
to lay down and die.

I’m an idea that was
and because I was
no good
they chopped me up
for firewood
to feed the fires to burn the ideas
that are useless to everyone
don’t think that I’m gone
I am the seed from which oak trees feed
I am the I am that I am.

don’t bury me yet
before you get
the death

© 2018, John Smallshaw.