The Frustration of a Forgotten Word
By Saywisely
1 min read
Nov 23, 2024
It sits upon the highest shelf,
Just past the reach of my mind's self.
A shadow of a sound, a shape,
A perfect word, I can't escape.
I pace and mutter, search and frown,
As other, lesser words fall down.
It teases me, this verbal ghost,
The clever word I need the most.
Just past the reach of my mind's self.
A shadow of a sound, a shape,
A perfect word, I can't escape.
I pace and mutter, search and frown,
As other, lesser words fall down.
It teases me, this verbal ghost,
The clever word I need the most.