Unwritten Words
Poetry
They’re like hope — fluttering merrily, inside my mind a wild goose chase ensues, to track and catch them to put them where they belong — in the paper, inscribed in my ink — these unwritten words.
Cheeky they’re — squashing my hope, they fly beyond my hold, urging me to get one step closer, swirling inside my brain uncaptured, they wreak havoc, and I, follow their tune, until in my ink engraved are those unwritten words.
