Pages of my diary,
Full of myself,
I flow my ink of love and pain
A time came betraying myself,
Left a page blank,
Faking myself,
Truth I took, I dropped my pen,
Ink stopped its flow on the paper.
Sinking into the white colour,
Defining me as much as blank to myself.
I feel myself emotionless,
Can't even cry for help.
A blank page, a gap in my life,
Took time to crossover to the next,
What holds that page, blank may it be,
Reveals a thousand words of the
Moment,
Without ink on the surface.
Maybe one or more,
I bleed to draw the bridge,
To get over my past,
What lines say
Cannot be said by what's silent.
The silent words on this page,
Can say too much to be kept,
My heart aches at the gaps.
I created in life,
My blood stops time to time,
Struggling to continue a life.
I support my pen with what's
Left inside,
To fill my next pages.
This diary holds me, myself.
It's all me and me alone.
What resides inside these words.
I wrote alone of just myself
And what my life should get,
A pen I have with no ink to
Write.
My fate for is to caste,
Until I get another one,
Another page, another gap, till then
The blanks I left in the past
Shall never be filled by my pen.
