As Pen Meets The Page
I held the unmarked papers,
With the intent of telling a story.
Here I am,
With this pen I'd put my thoughts to words.
Their eyes won't see what I have seen,
The page has burned before me,
No new chapters to be written,
My life becomes an endless cycle.
I'll replace the directions I lost.
Because I can't see the map I had,
My tears have kissed the ink.
Where do I go from here?
With every breath my lungs grow tired,
My heart is pierced with a knife of regret,
What have I become?
Is this what life is meant to be?