White On White

Blank papers of bitter today

Do treasure the words white on white;

If they are forbidden to say,

Then my privilege is to write.

I choke on the poison I've drunk,

The root of my love is in grief;

I'm learning the foreigners' tongue

To perpetuate my belief.

The strength of my weakness denies

The myth only half proven true;

The lines that I can't recognize

One day were composed by you.

The sequel could come to an end,

But sanity claims it's too late,

I take all the pain to defend

The worlds my illusions create.