Stolen

A sheet is missing,
From pages long written,
Hours spent in duress,
To pen the stray thoughts,
That plague the mind’s eye,
Begging to be written,
Losing themselves in a flood,
Of musings and after thoughts,
A torrent of words in tumbles,
So much toil in the sheets,
Written to freeze ideas,
To stop them from eating the dust,
But the page is now lost,
In time’s recesses,
And I am on the hunt,
As I look for the pages,
That have a story to tell.