by Fiona
I have no pen with which to write
My ink has all run dry
The broken tips of my pencils
Lie scattered about me as I cry
Whiteout cannot cover up my pain
My erasers cannot expunge the past
Glue cannot hold together
The memories I am losing fast
Exposed on the pages in between
Past mistakes like black on white
The past I tried to leave behind
For a future then so bright
Shadow followed my every move
Time has taken its weighty toll
‘There is no hope,’ my heart sighed
As my tears fell through its gaping hole
I have no pen with which to write
My ink has all run dry
The broken tips of my pencils
Lie scattered about me as I cry
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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