Brain Matters

Books of fragments of words and thoughts I had. Returning to look back at them, no time, so sad, Again I thought I would revisit them, but too bad. I thought I placed them somewhere in my pad. Now I knew they were lost, and then I got really mad. My mind is now where I save words and thoughts to write. After the loss of many writes, I felt this place was right. Thinking constantly is my curse or virtue to any sight. Tracing the memory recall of my mind, might seem so trite. Each word or line I place down is erased from me as a byte. Restoring new storage for more words of poetry to indite, So the pieces of paper for me are simply impulses of light. written 09/11/2011 written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor Carol Brown Contest Name Pieces Of Paper...A Poet's Heart