A Blank PageA Poem by AngelMy blank page tries to scold me For not having a blanket of words To keep it warm on solitary nights When each frail minute is distorted.
The writer I want to be is stuck In a messy puddle of spilt ink Waiting for your fingers to feel The words I’ve already written.
My blank page turns translucent With the residue of the day’s end Clinging desperately to my side And twisting its way to my core.
If I could just write one melting line That doesn’t seek my acceptance I would have nectar to lie beside Instead of despair that never sleeps. © 2010 Angel |
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