There is nothing here but empty words,
There is nothing but blank pages,
The pages that I wrote to define me keep diapering,
The words fade away,
Not matter how many times I say the words,
They aren't true,
My mistakes I write stay on the pages,
But so do my accomplishments,
Everything I use for good remains on the pages,
They fill the pages with beauty concealing the lies,
And showing the truth,
Pages full,
Pages blank still waiting for my future,
For the future only I can create.
YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants
