Forget the abstract
Obscure
And literal
My words are as a writer
Scattered
Random
As thought

Lost love hurts
I am lost now
Words left my hand
And my outlet is vanished
With one word
And action
It all disappears

Unanalyzed

Growing in a pain

Played out under words

Flowing from a past

Unwoven between the

Covers of a life

Unknown until described

On paper