a poem

A poem once hit me in the face When i was all alone On a sunny day The poem beat my mind to pulp Now all i have left Is feeling numb A poem once splashed me on my side When a car drove by On a rainy night The poem drenched me all the way And i tried to write it But it tricked away. A poem is such an elusive thing Sometimes it sings when I'm Not listening Sometimes it flies at me like knives That i don't know to catch So I run for my life. A poem so fleeting I'm afraid to blink It comes in my dream Goes away when I think A poem even asked me how i felt But it shushed me when I tried to tell. They say a poem is deliberate But i don't have the reins It's up to fate What sort of a poet am I If i can only write When i don't try? ©littlepoet17