Lost in cyberspace 😨

I lie engrossed within my wonder and as I visualise I steal my plunder.. tapping letters onto my phone, amidst my private poetry zone. Conjuring verses and ends that rhyme from personal past portrays beyond my climb..

My creativity comes and goes, as I pen my life and verse it flows..Yet where this comes from well no one knows, my pleasurable, present, passtime prose..I read my poem upon my phone, pleasing myself as I all sit alone..then I blink and my masterpiece is not shown, it has vanished invisible, alas this bird has flown..So I seek and I search throughout my phone and I groan.. but my poem is somewhere lost in cyberspace betwixt the unexplored unknown...