Void

Its a blank page.....
vacant, waiting....
waiting to be filled with thoughts
But my dear,
they fail to transform into words.. 
My pen squirms in my hand
perhaps I am gripping it too tight
But then,what to write my dear?
its a painful void....
when I think of you.....
you and I are not  part
of the same story anymore...
Its a blank page.....
vacant, waiting........
Alas,I am not Neruda..
If I was...
tonight I would have written the saddest lines..... 

Reviews

[Punkgeekized]

Painful, Realistic, and beautifully projected .