Maybe if I was able to catch them
I could use them
I could free them
I could be them
But not
Never
For these feelings elude me
These incomplete poems haunt me
These unfinished stories haunt me
These unwritten novels
These imaginary scripts
These castles of sand
That exist
Only within my head
Never do they come out
Never do they shine
I fear
That when I die
They will die with me
They will perish alongside
And I shall remain
Unfulfilled
Unsatisfied
Hungry
Frantic
Full of regret
Full of pain
I fear
I shall die
With this heavy heart
Weighing me down
Drowning me under the soil
Burning me on the pyre
I fear this
I am terrified