Blanks
In these blank spaces, was once I a dreamer,
Illusion from reality, corrupted was the mirage of my mind.
Heaven on, hell upon my sanity,
A taboo never to be uttered of.
My pen, my magic wand,
Abracadabra and the adventure began,
A spill of ink, a sail in the land of papers
Needed not you lift a muscle, magic be your companion
In these complicated mazes, was once I a queen
At the back of my palm, like a fortune I could tell
Am emperor with power, an immortal to be precise
The world under my feet, I on top of earth; a supergirl in a red cape.
Many places to scribble, door in my empty shell
Secrets never once spoke, once upon a time I wrote.
In the darkness my treasure lies, for the world never to notice
A place more than oblivion, peace once my soul rested.
Dark humour nestled, like a baby in a plush,
Disturbed paradise blessed, a curse like a parasite
Out life it sucked, all that needed you know.
Penning the last page, another chapter to begin
A story never ending, a cycle of life continues
Wrapped in a hard copy- a shield, in between the nemesis is placed
If the library talks, naked will I be to the eyes of the beholder
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.