Blank Sheet Of Paper - Poem by Kevin Carney
I look at the blank sheet of paper…
Staring deep into the pure white.
I went to write the words,
which needed to be said.
Looking into the thin air,
so unsure of what needs to be said.
So unsure I am if this is ever going to start.
I definitely know how this is going to end.
I don’t know what to believe…
The music plays silently in the background…
A tears rolls slowly down my cheek.
Such a melancholy song it is…
I thought I knew you, so sure I was.
Only to find out how wrong I was.
Sitting here I write this for you…
Maybe I need to do this to gain back a little of my sanity.
It seems I need to regain my dignity.
I just don’t know how to start…
So long ago or at least that how it seems…
Through the visions of the night..
The darkness comes.
The fog of sadness when reality came…
Living through the day, wondering what would be next.
The pressure within, just the need of wanting you…
Your silence is killing me, not knowing where I should be.
I did what I had to, right or wrong…
It was always done for you
the reasons were always there.
Although I never told you what they were.
I always figure you were smart enough to figure it out.
I should have not waited till tomorrow.
Babe I should have held you so tightly…
Never to let you go, what a fool I think.
Maybe I shouldn’t talk about it….
You’re the only one who would know it’s about you…
So sad it was that I thought
what was real and what fantasy…was.
So mistaken I must have been, it was all blinded by love.
As a fool would see…
You were my angel, I wanted to believe…
The words you spoke could never be undone…
So soft so lyrical, it was almost music to my ears.
At least that you led me to think.
So mistaken was I, it was all for nothing….
Leaving me to fall to pieces…
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