A Blank Page
This is crazy.
How lost I am.
How unreal it all seems.
But how calm I am becoming those words.
What is my reality?
Live, laugh, love...where are they?
The delusions of my dreams taking over.
Every ounce of my soul is connected.
Tied to those words.
Where are my words?
My feelings.
Life.
A thick complicated sea of nothing.
Darkness.
The gloom hanging over my head.
Always.
The moisture drowning me.
My worst fear.
Where are my words?
The magic in the spark.
Happiness.
Laughter.
None to be found.
It's unreal.
A false reality.
Love.
The romance of my life.
Where are my words?
My heart has become a thick stone.
Nothingness.
A darkness.
The kind you must be saved from.
Nothing.
A blank page.
My life.
Those empty words.
They mean nothing to me...to you.
Sitting in this place.
This space meant for me.
Is it?
No.
My words are coming now.
Flowing into reality.
Striking me.
A mass of jumbled nothingness.
How much more is left?
Can I do this?
"Endure it", he said.
Those words, piercing like a jagged knife.
From the false reality.
It really means nothing.
Honestly it's pointless.
A dull blade.
Pointless.
Lost in her delusions.
How to make everyone see those empty words?
Nothingness.
A blank page.
Relief...
Copyright © Darla Appleleaf | Year Posted 2014
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