Coffee Stains And Blank Pages Poem by Matthew Holloway

Coffee Stains And Blank Pages



This note book is vicious
each page sharpened
like knives cutting me
deep, bloody into my soul
lined pages roll down
to coffee stains washed up
like a forgotten poet
who's forgotten how to write
washed up with all the other junk
from a sea of nothingness
leaving behind a dream
unread on empty pages
just a few coffee stains remain
spilt sometime ago

Friday, October 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,writing
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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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