Empty Pages

Never leave them blank

Everytime I got words to come to head. I would lose them and they would soon be through.
Empty thoughts and empty pages; my good would go while my bad thoughts would come true.
I would have scribes with no ink.
Pointless sages.
Leaves my hands empty without a pen and have no words for pages.
My drug of choice you can call me high
If the pages were empty I'll be blank and instead of trees.
I would be the one that would be chopped and die.
Empty like my heart that for a hunch that had no lines.
It's been written and sometime my mind is blind at times.
Cause my site sees what others want to..
While words are hurting.
Tables were turning.
Being angry but filling up by showing compassion and concerning.
-My words I shall win with it.
Remember as long as there are empty pages.
With my mind having words I'll continue to fill it.
I have never had an empty hand. 
Not having one would be my sin.
I'll fill these pages with god's help I'll forever have the pen.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[PoeticFury]

Thank you so much =)

[ChicagoMay]

Wonderful! This poem left me with a wonderful feeling of optimism. Your first line actually describes me perfectly when it comes to writing. :)