Here and gone,
are the thoughts,
in my mind,
the emotion to
write is there,
but it gets up and leaves.
My mind is,
being plagerised,
with knowledge,
that cannot,
escape the tangled web.
I go to,
grasp at the thought,
but then it's
here and gone,
in the split of a second.
The expressions,
I feel want out so bad,
that it pounds, it throbs,
the expressions that cannot,
be realised,
until it's put to pen.
Haunting my mind,
like the vast knowledge,
that has not been realised,
torture,
it can be,
the existence of,
the hidden messages,
that have not
been expressed or,
have not been acknowledged,
for the experience,
on which it brings.
Here and gone,
are the experiences
that life brings,
wanting to be put to pen,
answering nothing,
but leaving the
experiences in trying.