Lost Words

I recently came across this poem while reading Lang Leav’s book “Lullabies” and fell in love. Review of the book will come later, but for now here are some “Lost Words” by Michael Faudet.


A midnight scribble,

a morning sigh;

you watch the words

curl up and die.


Madness lives

inside your head,

of poems lost

and pages dead.


A mind possessed

by unmade books

unwritten lines

on empty hooks.


Today, I’m letting my own lost words float around my head and simply relaxing with my notebook and a cup of tea.







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