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The unintentional killing of a poem

Is my start on my usual day.
Making sure I've signed in properly,
To the place I often go to poet bay.

I write what I think I should say,
My thoughts my aspirations.
How I feel come what may,
Poring out imaginary poems.
Day by day.

The one I wrote this morning,
Came from within.
Straight from my heart,
A story hard to write,
From the very start.

When it had finished,
It had conveyed.
What I wanted to say,
Even though it was hard.

Even to some this seems daft,
Decided to publish straight away.
I do this mostly every day,
When I feel I have something to say.

First came up, Oops you forgot the title,
So I entered unknown.
As I wondered what was happening,
To late to ponder on it's fate.

Then it asked me again to sign in,
That's it, It's gone back into the mists
of time.
I couldn't rewrite even if I tried.

It's gone forever no longer held.
In the ethers of my mind.
I'm not even asked
would I like to save offline.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley