Blank Page

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

 

Christiana Sasa  loves to write. Through writing she finds a vent for her strangled feelings and emotions. She believes in love, peace and humanity. 

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