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.
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