Lost Poems


The whirlwind blows

across the lake,

a shiny lack crescent lake,

filled with words and filled with nothing but emptiness.

all these words flow through my head,

But,

Really,

I do not remember,

such sorrow words

that is filled in my head.

the idea lost

through out time and space,

Never more found

in the bottom of this lake.


Author Note: These are for all those poems that I have not written down on time...like this one, originally was different. Please comment!