Lost Poems

I should have kept pen and paper by my bed
I should have kept my phone next to my head
I should have memorized the rhymes in dreams
I could have done something, so it seems

But those poems are now gone
Floating somewhere in the ether
Little birds with missing words
Flying on a broken tether

Disjointed images, flickering through broken glass
Through the fog of dreams I've tried to remember
I've woken up and tried to grasp
My glowing rhymes now burning embers

It only hurts if I try to notice
But who has the time for regrets
I get down to the page in angry remembrance
A man writes, a man forgets

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In memory of the lost poems