All Was Lost

The Moon Howls At The Wolf

A story about chasing down what escapes you, even when the task seems insurmountable.

Normally the words flow onto the page with a practiced ease and grace

That can only be developed by everyday use and mastery

But lately the words seem to be sparse and in hibernation

Or in a long game of chase with my pen's felt tip

Where I am the seeker of their long lost truth and forgotten wisdom

But today I have set a goal to finally hunt them down and attach them to something solid

I will carve them into stone and burn them into metal

No longer may they hide amongst the clouds in the farthest corners of my mind

Teasing the edge of my consciousness, trying to encumber my sense of fluidity

Today these struggling words will be given back thier meaning

They will be paired with others who are likeminded in their sense of escape

And finally, definition will come crawling back into the paper

That which of yesterday, all was lost

Author's Note:

Written at 1 am on September 4th 2011

Writer's Block is really killing me on my college essay, for the right words just seem to escape me. Ohh well, I don't need to go to college, maybe I'll just write poetry instead.

Please let me know what you think. All feedback is welcome!