Staring at a white blank page,
Just like being alone in a dimly lighted stage,
Hidden and keeping this furious rage,
So I can express these emotions from this cage.
As my world decides to change,
All of my progress, that I have made,
Everything is slowly starting to fade,
That's when I realized I am on a brand new page.
Word by word it s-starts to fit in,
Slowly filling this white blank page,
Clouded thoughts began to thin,
And so it begins, the forgiving of sins.
YOU ARE READING
I.Blank Slate
PoetryJust like any other pages, you will always begin with a blank page.
