Why Must We | Poem

Words elude me,
hiding in corners
that would not be visible
to the eye.

Words refuse me,
reluctant to walk
into my pages
to be written in ink.

Words leave me,
unable to stay
for the vacant
spaces that echo.

But why must we
run after the running,
chase the slipping,
capture the flowing?

 

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