Flying in middle of nowhere
I have a story to tell
And yet it’s not fully set
It’s about the dream unseen.
Yet this story is quite complete
It has a hero, lost somewhere
And a heroine, seeking some time
It is about the link still unknown
It’s about the sadness to be vomited
And happiness to be marked permanent
It’s about the love still to be felt
Yet it is the best incomplete story.
P.S. This is my attempt at narrative poem.