Pain and Gain

Have never been sure where I should begin But it looks like I have been lured in again; Parts of puzzle pointed to finally all fit After I continued on and never would quit. Life is also like that each and every day No matter where you look or which way And after very much time I did devote Accidentally erased poem that I wrote. Isn't it so silly how many people may be? Words from their minds soon being set free And a problem by me now must be faced What was written ended up being erased. All the words were lost never to return Like something thrown in fire you badly burn And end up having a felling of much despair As poem burned up and blew into the air. Poem I once wrote is now completely gone And to myself, this had been brought upon By matches becoming my mortal enemy Burning up my poem and setting it free. Now that I don't have my poem anymore What was the reason I would write it for? To many, my poem had been a big pain When all I wanted was intellectual gain.