A blank page                                                             ­       
Plain and perfect                                                          ­      
No mistakes-No anything                                                
Yet unable to fight                                                            ­  
inevitable change
Smears of red
and graphite difference
from blanche to raincloud to blood

Tears stain clear
the thoughts of a hope
that cannot perish
by cause of anything mortal

Young silent scream
void of identity
spills like the crimson of martyrs
chance to make a change
forever trapped inside that page
no matter the cause of perile

Your sight does not fail you
so you take pity
open your heart
from the ironbox of petrified time
and share the fear
to save my sanity

A saturated page
purely flawed
mistakes in everything
overtaken in the fight
by inevitable change
smudges of red
and graphite difference
blanche and raincloud and blood
clear coat of tears
that saved
the thoughts of a hope
that cannot perish