Lost Words Poem by Teresa Dearing

In my head the verses come, and then they go,
And show no respect for the sorrow they sow,
When I awake in morning's light,
I find the words have taken flight.
Leaving me to rue the night,
When the verses then seemed so right!

Then I come to rue the day,
For some words won't go away,
Teasing me, with no end in sight,
I consentrate with all my might,
While I wile away the clock,
Nothing helps this writers block!