In the dark, all alone
with only your own thoughts
to comfort you.
But they don't.
Close your eyes and cover your ears
to silence the voices
but they scream
and you have no choice but to listen,
as they tell you what to do
and take away every part of you.
YOU ARE READING
No Longer Blank Pages
PoésieWords spiral across the page/ channeling the pain and rage/ of a broken, and sad writer/ who pounds the keys of a beaten typewriter./ Tear-stained yellow pages/ fly across the ages/ and the hands of time turn/ never back and always forward./
