I turn the last page,
The next is blank.

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B L A N K

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So white it's screaming
So empty I’m left reeling

The lack of words
A void so loud
I squint my eyes unseeing.

I don’t think I’m ready yet
I dont think I'll ever be,
It hurts too much to be alone
Is this the price of being free?

Is this a love poem?
It sure seems that way.
Empty and broken
lacking in sense
starting with a question
and then

I couldn’t help him,
He couldn’t help me.
We fell in love with the wrong person
If you get what I mean.
We couldn’t help each other
And I wish I could forget
What it means to lose someone
And then choke on the regret.

Where are you?
You spoke those words, did you not?
They’re still dancing in my ears,
They’re still swimming in my thoughts.

I don’t know where I am,
I’ve come a long way,
I’ve wandered of my path,
And left another there to stay.

I’m lost,
lost...
That’s the echo of my shout,
Thrown out to the wind,
As I wallow in my doubt,

But there is beauty in being lost,
In not knowing what you’ll find,
So cradled by the unknown,
I forget all I’ve left behind.

They make me sick.
I ***** the voices onto a page,
Hoping the words will make more sense
On paper than they do
Swirling round my head
In endless circles
That make me sick.