Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED

A Wordless Story

As the pen falls
Slowly from her hand
Hitting the ground with
The smallest noise
She dries all her tears
Staring at the paper
Where words she had written
Were now scrawled across the page
Its her story
But its completely wordless
Even though it has words
Its a delicate design
Curves and edges
In perfect balance
As she climbs a tree
Reaching the top
Only to fall back down
And hit the darkness that lurks below
Wishing that she had written a light
She begins to run
Going nowhere because there is nowhere to go
But still she runs in every direction
Trying to find the end of the sentence
But now she's lost in ink
If only she had thought of bringing white out
To fix her mistakes
Finally out of breath
She tears the page in half
Then half again
Turning it into something new
Instead of the story it was before
It is now pieces and parts
Small scrapes of the once long story
Made a short
A messy floor awaits the tired woman
But she rests instead
Whispering secrets in the ears of time
She wants a story with words
Unlike the mess upon the floor
And with this she falls once more
But this time in a sea of light
Where she is lost forever.