Dagger To The Skull

Blank Page

I feel like a blank page

With a thousand lines crossed through

Not filled with things I wish I had said

But with things I wish I hadn't

I can't bear the weight

Of guilt and regret

Every dotted; i

Every crossed; t

The lines of all my letters are harsh and ugly

And not a single one

Seems like it was worth

All the effort I had originally put in

I desperately try to rub out my ink with an eraser

But the ink just smudges

And suddenly, every word I wrote

Becomes more horrific

I yearn to start a new page

And not on the back of my current one either

I've looked high and low

In and out

Yet the more I look

The more the world around me tightens

I'm terrified of myself and the words on my page

Yet somehow, I feel safe

Suddenly; the world stops moving- at my own will

As I stop whatever self-loathing pity I'm in n

And although it's only one page,

It takes me years to read it

Gradually, each word disappears, slowly

As I read my old pages in content

As I reach peace,

The world thins

And the page is blank

The lines and margins of the paper

Are still slightly smudged

There are still traces of black ink

But the page is cleaner

And as each day passes

I'm beginning to see

The blank page there once was