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Blank
I am blank
Empty as a house without people
In it
Lights off, doors locked, windows
Nailed shut
A vacant shell of who I used to be, and who I am
Waiting to become
I am blank
As a white sheet, wordless
Though I am most certainly not clean
I was rubbed raw,
Scrubbed
Until all that was left was an empty
Page
I am blank
An expressionless face, unreadable
Cool and collected
As if I feel nothing at all
But underneath lies a storm, a waterfall
Of tears
Raging beneath my skin, a place where
No one can follow
I am blank
A tree without leaves
Bare, in the dead of winter, and
Although I am broken
I believe I can grow into a beautiful magnolia
Someday
And reach the sky, peaceful
At last
I am blank
Fill me
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