ripping pages

Wed, 01/30/2019 - 14:19 -- Coriii_

You can't find the words to say

Over and over again

You scribble on a blank page

Begging the words to come

 

But they never do

 

The ink in your pen goes dry

You sit in an ocean of paper

But the words

Stay hidden in your mind

 

Come, you beckon

Not a whisper of response

Please, you cry

Yet the silence goes on

 

So you rip out another page

And give the words another chance

This poem is about: 
Me

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