Poem By Daniel Hooks
I lost a poem yesterday
It went out of my mind, it went away
I tried to grab it before it went
But then I realised it was never meant for me to write that day.
One day it may come back
I may be able to pen it before it leaves
I want to give it form I want my poems to breathe
The best poems are the ones that wake us up in the middle of the night
and then they take flight
not before they are finished!