The Poem That Walked Away
Leaving my mind at a loss
The Poem That Walked Away
I wrote a line
and it trembled softly,
then lifted from the page
like a bird escaping its cage.
It twisted through the air,
folding letters into shadows,
and I chased it
through corridors of my own mind.
Even the ink bent,
pressing its weight
against the floorboards,
folding rhythm into my chest.
The stanza hummed softly,
its cadence pressing secrets,
and I understood
words could breathe independently.
I caught it once,
and it hissed,
folding history
into a shape I could not hold.
When I tried to rewrite,
the poem vanished,
leaving only echoes
that pressed against my thoughts.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (3)
You have written a poem here that I believe that all we writers have felt and lived through.
I can feel you chasing your words- nice job, my friend.
Magnificent work Marie!!