Blackness clouds my vision
Where am I? What am I doing?
I cannot see, I cannot sense.
Why is this happening?
Emptiness replaces emotion.
Do I deserve this? I must
Surely, but I will go on
Living in the empty page
With not a drop of ink
A splash of color
Nothing
There is nothing
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetrySome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
