Wednesday, October 30, 2013

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
Pages are blank
So his mind
Scattered loss
life drama
 blank pages …
dry rose marker.
All left