A Blank Page
The chaos inside me churns-
the noise, the pain, the frustration.
A blank page, a sharpened pencil
are so enticing.
The words flow from my mind,
spill on to the paper.
Rough around the edges,
but mine just the same.
I write until my mind is as blank
as the paper before I pierced it.
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