I can feel
the sting of tears
laying steady
in my sullen eyes.
I have been locked inside
a cage within myself
that I cannot escape.
I'm an empty soul.
My mind is
a blank page.
There is a vacancy
in my mentality.
And yet somehow,
I've always been the book
that has been
constantly opened
but never
thoroughly read.
A U T H O R ' S N O T E
although this is a horrible poem, this was one of my first pieces, and is kept in this collection only for memory's sake. thanks for your support xx
