Missing Words

Sat at my desk

Words flowing free

I write them all down

For people to see

I read what I’ve wrote

Correcting mistakes

Ready to print

In the moment I wake

When morning breaks

Something’s not right

My words have been stolen

As I slept through the night

The page that I wrote on

Is lying there bare

The poem I wrote

No longer there

I sit there confused

My face hosts a frown

Am I going mad

Did I write those words down

Wracking my brains

I try to think back

Recalling the words

Written in black

As I look for my pen

A sight caught my eye

There on my desk

Ink blots now dry

I followed the tracks

Of the words I had scrawled

Those mischievous words

From my page had all crawled

As the house sat in silence

The words went to play

Falling a sleep

In the light of the day

My page lying empty

I pick up my pen

Returning the words

To my page once again

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