October 3, 2015
7:31 pm
Blank Pages
I cant write this book without you
The pages read like a hollow stream in lifeless colors
Seemingly running dry
Words go unrecognized as I drop blotches of nothingness
To my empty script
Come back to me
I can't complete the chapters
Between the moon
And the sun
Not even air want to be there
If you're not present here
Unbinding glue loosen pages
Falling like disappearing dreams
As fear grips heart
This book is not complete
Without you
I am a peddle less rose
Looking for my stem and thorns
A breeze without oxygen
This book is full of ink
With many
Blank pages
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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