In the depths of my mind, lies a world undefined, with words left unsaid, and emotions confined.

I long to unerase, the poetry that once graced, the pages of my heart, before it was displaced.

The beauty of the past, now seems too good to last, and I’m left with regret, for all that went by so fast.

But perhaps there’s still time, to resurrect what’s been left behind, to bring back the cadence and rhyme, and let the poetry unwind.

So I’ll take a pen in hand, and begin to understand, that the words that flow so free, are the essence of my being.

For in the world of verse, there’s a magic to immerse, the soul in wonder and delight, and lift it to new heights.

And as I unerase, the poetry that once graced, the pages of my heart, I’ll find a new start.