The Blank Page of Life
Life is like
a blank page
roughly wrinkled
in withering white.
Begrudgingly
bearing it’s
abandoned
brand of
belittlement .
Which only can
be broken
by the olden
unspoken truths
lying in between
the written words
of humanity’s
harrowing hand .
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