I should call in, let you know that I'll be late,
But not a damn word ever develops on this page,
I cannot one step of progress,
With these blank pages, and blank slates,
I'm afraid I can't make the set date.
The only thing on those pages is a couple tear stains,
But I'll regret even those when the page goes in,
So instead Ill just rip it to shreds,
And stare blankly at the next slate left in front of me,
Just to stain that one too,
Nothing here, ever gets done.
I just stare and stain the page in front of me.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
