An elegy...

There were thoughts.
A lot of them.
Crowding the length of my intellect.

I could have written an entire book
Somewhere,in my mind
And forgotten it,the next morning.

I could have set them free.
The thoughts,as they came
I could have let them go
But,I didn't...

There they lay,cold.
Their blood stained with ink.
Their mortal remains,caged
In the stretch of an entire poem.....