When all seems so clear

 All clear now

Wasn’t love on my path

Old pages yellowed by time

Turning passing by, dry flowers mark

 words that never had any value

The time either

Appreciation a dungeon

As I turn each page

I see they’re blank

Words erased

Feelings none

A speechless actor

 his play

with wordless drama

He tries to

Create a speech

But

Pages are blank

So his mind

Scattered loss

for

life drama

 blank pages …

dry rose marker.

All left

©LyndaFerrer/2013