Broken lines on a blank page
Never seem to go away
The words fade
Falling from the grasp
Of my pen's solitary decay
Leaving only emptiness
Yet the ink still drains
Leaving invisible stains
Of love gone astray
In hearts and minds
The decades and paintings
Seem so fucking far away
Like distant shipwrecks
Of dreams once embraced
Leading me back
To where this all began
These broken lines
Dancing around
On this still blank page
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoetryA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...
