Paper

January 14, 2009
By Cate Cluth BRONZE, Wien, Other
Cate Cluth BRONZE, Wien, Other
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Blank paper stares at me

Blank, empty; like my heart

But there, a scratch of pencil

Soon, I stare with awe, another appears

Scribbles form and cover the page

Black

No white is left, every bit filled

My heart is cracked, broken

The scribbles upon the page show me

Red

My heart is dead, bleeding

The paper filled, exhausted

The words had to be written

Expressed

Admitted

A tear falls, the lead runs

A stumble, I land on my knees

I feel weak, spent, destroyed

A hand to my wet cheek comes away

Black

And a look to my heart comes away

Red

Thus it is when you live a life like mine


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