Restraint Poem by snoo bur

I sat there, staring at the empty life of these clear white
Papers in front of me, and the only light I had been from the lonely candle on the ledge, with a whiff I feel…
The light fade on my shivering hands, silently I recall
A missing piece that have indistinct with words
The words, which escaped from my whispers
The words that shaped themselves above the fritted pages
The once that carried my life into a morning
And as I sat there restrained to a past
I appear again …. Restraint