Here is a brand new page,
It was empty before I wrote on it today,
Just a blank piece of nothing,
No signs of life until I wrote something.
...
All alone in the dark I sit here on this old park bench,
In the daytime this place filled with happy playful children,
But in the dark it’s a place quite different,
A place of broken bottles and broken dreams,
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These are my words, I’ve never said before,
Before is when I was myself,
Myself is who I thought I knew,
Now I know that wasn’t really me,
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There he stands; this broken down man,
His body tired and weak as his feet pierce the sand,
Ten thousand miles from happiness and safety,
As he cries from the top of his lungs; god please save me.
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When you smile my day becomes anew,
When you smile I forget I was ever feeling blue,
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These shackles that can no longer be broken,
When I’ve taken that path I should never have chosen,
These shadows that cast upon the cold stone walls,
They remind me of a time I had so much more.
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When loneliness fills this empty heart,
Just feelings of nothingness being apart,
When I wake each morning and you're no longer there,
But your smell remains and carries me near,
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Blank Page
Here is a brand new page,
It was empty before I wrote on it today,
Just a blank piece of nothing,
No signs of life until I wrote something.
But now suddenly there’s a little to read,
It becomes alive from the inside of me,
Given some thought and direction,
This poem can reach you if you make a connection.
Something that you can relate to,
Even though I don’t even know you,
That’s the power of these few words,
If you’re on the same page and verse.
We all can relate to being like this page once was,
When we have days we feel empty and lost,
But let’s be happy and live life to the full,
Because before we know it the page is empty and dull.
Are you a blank page?
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