Empty Pages Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Empty Pages



On an empty page I place
a poem into which my
reality slips, an empty space,
an open door through which I
walk out of this world. I look back:
the door is closing fast,
and through the tiny crack
I can no longer see who it was who passed
through, eventually to stand
here, a stranger in an unfamiliar land.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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