i lost it

A vivid description on how my lack of writing poetry destroyed the skills I once had and my desire to get them back again

i lost it.

it ran away,

its paper tail

teasing and dashing

and pouncing about

my floor in my house.

i lost it.

i let it slip away,

a gleaming light

trapped inside,

eating my eyes 

and my heart

and my brain.

i let him let me 

lose it.

but i can only

start from whence 

i end and desperately

hope to catch and eat 

him again. 

~a.n.w.