Typical really
Last night poem
Has vanished
During my slumber
Too tired was I
To capture it
On the page
I thought I would remember it
Famous words
As it was firmly
In my mind
By the morning
After a good night sleep
I would transcribe it
But it turns out
The whiteboard has been wiped out
The blank space of my mind
Innocent of any thought
Faces me without any remorse
I've got to admit
It's gone for ever.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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