Blank PageA Poem by ChadThe blank page before me sadly reminds me of my life. Nothing is there, and yet still I write, still I go on. If ever there were a time to give up, that time would be now. Is it hope that drives me? Pride that deprives me? I could leave the page blank forever and yet still I write. Still I go on. What have I done? Sadly, I shall live with this regret forever, if there is such a thing. © 2009 Chad |
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Added on January 22, 2009 AuthorChadFort Wayne, INAboutBeen writing seriously for like two years. I skateboard, play baseball, work, and write and that's about it, really. more..Writing
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