Its not calmness that’s fallen over me,
My muscles are still tight, tense
But rather a blankness.
A crisp white piece of paper,
Untarnished , untouched.
My mind isn’t clear but its blank,
My heart feels no emotion yet still I am uneasy.
A crisp new white piece of paper,
Unstained, unmoved.
I don’t know what has happened,
I feel confused yet comforted.
A crisp new white piece of paper
Unused, unabused.
I really should be screaming,
Crying, worrying, grieving.
Yet that suddenly stopped.
There I was,
A crisp new white piece of paper,















Comments
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Don't wake up
well i think this poem is brilliant
the break between the last two lines is perfect
take care
suzi xxx
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