Incomplete

Incomplete

A Poem by Leviathus Fortes

Where is it that my writing went
I had 83
The poems stopped at 75
Now they are lost to me

4 lines apiece were they
So that makes 32
8 are gone, where to find
I haven't a clue

Forever ponder what they said
Somewhere they are trapped inside my brain
Removed from me like laundry
That has freed itself from stain

They work texts that I would send her
To keep her inspired for the day
My phone, it died, so it was replaced
But the text had gone away

She had them all inside her phone
Until someone looked in and snooped around
They were private, so she deleted them
Never again shall they be found

I packed away the writings made
I always wrote them down before I'd text
They disappeared somehow from the envelope
And that has me most perplexed

They were put together there
Paper clipped, so they'd stay neat
Now gone are they, lost for all time
Nunns the Word, now Incomplete

© 2015 Leviathus Fortes


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Killer write, that sucks but I don't doubt your talent, good luck.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Leviathus Fortes
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A Poem by Leviathus Fortes