Words on the Floor

I finished writing in my head And dashed to typing, but alas I dropped the text, it fell unsaid Crashed down in bits, just like a vase Words on the floor in random order Glint in the sunny summer day They melt like ice, and so get broader Spread out every which way Some quickly rot, but some are fresh Like fruits in autumnal decline Big nouns shine with burning flesh Verbs, ill-begotten, spill like wine Visceral fear ties with hope The purpose of this bond is missing Hopes hang themselves on silken rope And fears flopped in bits and pieces Words on the floor, goodbye, my dears I have to clean the room today Swipe off that pile of hopes and fears - They weren’t needed anyway.