Evaluation Date: Saturday, 1st June 2013 @ 11:27:58 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Wordsmith123 Knowledge, held captive in times gone by, Evades recollection as thoughts go awry. That which now should be well-known, Instead is lost as brain cells groan. When ink and paper fiercely clash, I pray the outcome's all but rash: A mark which stains with deepest red, Must, in the end, be left unsaid. This poem is Copyright © Wordsmith123 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=176215