i dream someday
due to lack of recognition
(in my own lifetime)
my poems will be dug up
perhaps by some digital
archaeologist
finding pages ruffled
and singed from burning
stanzas lost through the years
perhaps like emily
they will find
my poetry worth only
a glance
to be moved on,
forgotten
and while i’ll never be
recognized for great words
for one small moment
perhaps
they’ll know i knew just
how poorly i wrote
and forever remember me
as awkwardly
painfully
self-aware
the sieve and the sand 
Yeah,
me too.
I third(?) that notion.
Aw this is quite lovely – and I can totally identify with it!
u write very well.
good poet does not need any decorations.
insert witty response here.
Powerful and personal – I really love this !!! Good Job !!!