The Momentary Word

You spit me out Like a necessity Like a volcano Impatient I adorn your paper Resplendent Beautified with ink In a moment of indiscretion You grow blind Forgetting me Strike through Death knell Maybe you are lost Therefore, losing me In a moment I fall through To the nethers Glory in tatters Once desired Now despicable Scribbled out The birth The cause Of the death To live To die In the same breath I was alive Scribbled me out Disfigured me But I remain On the page Hapless reminder You had wanted me Even if for a brief moment