Lost Work

By Damien Knight

Every line, every verse I wrote today
Lost, an entire page of poems written
But like a fickle woman it did not stay
I wrote of love, and of pain ALAS!
What kind of curse is this that it’s gone
An hour of writing, like lost song
I will mourn my paper of poems
And hold myself high and remain headstrong

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