Black PagesA Poem by Forgotten
A person once asked me,
'What's your story?' I pondered for moments then I told her, "My story is untold, The ink I spend is upon black pages, For then only I know the story before the pen, Why you ask? Does is add mystery, maybe? Am I hiding the life I was given? No.... I write upon these pages so the expectations for me are unknown, And so the past I have suffered would not interfere with the future I'm given". Confusion riddled her face, "But you have told me nothing" I smiled at her and raised my eyebrows, "Exactly, I would exist as an entity and through the voices of others, A ghost by metaphor and a shade in shadow" She sighed and asked me, "Will I ever know of your life?" A took her hands and I told her, "Well my sweet that's the beauty of it You have a lifetime to try"
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Added on March 5, 2013Last Updated on March 5, 2013 AuthorForgottenGloucestershire, Stroud, United KingdomAboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..Writing
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