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blank page poem

this poem had been an ode to my feelings,
a memory of the pain that had been and gone,
a sonnet that didn't speak of love,
a song with only one note.

this poem had been longer than the time those feelings had lasted,
a drawn-out hyperbole,
an exaggeration with no end,
a falsehood.

this poem had been too pristine,
a concoction of clinical and planned out stanzas,
it only spoke of darkness even when the light had been so bright,
it pitied me rather than reflected me.

this poem had been deleted with one click of a button,
it left a blank page which perfectly described my every emotion,
there was a numbness which had hollowed out my body,
i was a blank page.

there were no words that could describe my state,
so I wrote a blank page poem,
no words,
nothing.

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I don't quite know how this one turned out, I hope it was somewhat semi-decent. I'm not a poet, and my poetry is still slightly rusty. I just wanted a place to express my emotions in an eloquent and slightly different way. Feedback is welcomed, tell me how bad this was and how I can make the next one less crap.

Hopefully you'll be able to enjoy this book, I'm not sure quite what the next chapters will be about.

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