BLANK

Blank like my favorite writing sheets

Empty like the sweet jar on the shelf

Would it ever end?;

I've been chanting that since forever

But this feeling seem to stretch on and on

Like the long Nile

Perhaps it's a tunnel with no light at the end

Perhaps I've walked past the end

Only into another dark tunnel. 

Empty walls stare back at me

A mirror of their expression am I

Too naked and open

Even in the deep dark tunnels

Blank like my favorite writing sheets

Is how I may continue to feel. 

©Zoe

#sad