By Christina Sasa
It was a blank page
To me,
Plain
Aware of the imposter ink though
It was a blank page to me
Blinding me with its whiteness
It was a blank page
A story spun
In threads of cobweb
Secrets laugh the loudest
And the harshest; nails
Scratch through the milky-way
Of rotten moon
Still every night appears
To me as a blank
Page plain and white
Christina Sasa loves to write. Through writing she finds a vent for her strangled feelings and emotions. She believes in love, peace and humanity.
