Pile Of Paper

I wrote it all down on paper
put the pile under my bed
pleasantly knowing
where it was
so I could go back to it

and read through
with my eyes glued

that pile was the start of my trial
spawned the disaster
that left a wound not needing a plaster
but six thousand leeches
sucking the poison
out of my stream


I always expected the paper pile
to be there, I swear
but one eventful day
spiralled into chaos
I needed the words
like I need food and water
but they were nowhere to be seen
I was in despair
almost pulling out my hair
fiddling my fingers vigorously
with frustration

I was running around
a headless chicken

then I found out that
my room was cleaned out
and I shouted
and writhed
'what can I do now?' I sighed