The Dead Poem

This is a poem about ideas that have slipped from my mind

The Dead Poem

(Note: This poem is not about death, nor is it an allusion/metaphor referring to death)

I always have these ideas for poems in my head

But then I either forget them

Or don’t remember how

I worded it

So perfectly in my mind

I try different words and phrases

And rearrange the order of the sentences

But nothing seems to fit the puzzle as perfectly

As it once was

It’s such a shame

I have to put each poem down

I mourn for each one

I do