THE EMPTY PAGE
The empty page…
- the sign of age
in the poet - like a blind
artist who cannot find
the right
color for the endless night
before him.
His world dim
and empty of the truth
he had found in his youth.
These are the things that instigate my sorrow
- the promises - I wait for tomorrow
when I will be older
and the fire within me colder,
so that my soul will not burn
for something (the one thing) I cannot have …
… the love we once had.
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