It's just a page filled
with rage
or
is it
unrequited love?

forget what I wrote above
it's half a page
and only that
everything
pales into
flatline
pulse gone
having
a
hard time,

organising
the origin
so
to begin
it's just a page
and I've turned it.

The sunset
filled with hope
for tomorrow
and regret
for
the past.

Hmm
I'll get there,
one day
I'll be able to share
the truth.