Oh blank empty page why do you taunt me so
like a fresh blanket of snow
if I let my ink spill, will the words be real
fill the page with tales of life's ordeals
like a fresh blanket of snow
if I let my ink spill, will the words be real
fill the page with tales of life's ordeals
Should I leave it bare, not let the words appear
live in fear that the intentions are unclear
or do I let them flow, all my thoughts and woes
every love I've lost, all the times I'm low
live in fear that the intentions are unclear
or do I let them flow, all my thoughts and woes
every love I've lost, all the times I'm low
Like an old shell at the side of the tracks
deserted, neglected and covered in cracks
my page sits empty, my pen sits dry
just dead space, inside I cry
A dust covered parking lot
empty in a place that time forgot
cant express the emptiness, my heart denied
no words can do justice to the hurt inside
deserted, neglected and covered in cracks
my page sits empty, my pen sits dry
just dead space, inside I cry
A dust covered parking lot
empty in a place that time forgot
cant express the emptiness, my heart denied
no words can do justice to the hurt inside
A canvas with no colour applied, my art denied
imagination came and went, now its been brushed aside
nullified, pushed to the curbside, undignified
if only I could find the words that sit inside
imagination came and went, now its been brushed aside
nullified, pushed to the curbside, undignified
if only I could find the words that sit inside
Thanks for reading
#WorldPoetryDay
Peace & Love.
Kyle
No comments:
Post a Comment