Poem- White Blank Page

I write because there is no better listenerThan a blank pageIt takes in and understands the thingsEven I don’tIt carries the unrelated wordsTurns them into stream of consciousnessIt does nothing more than creaseFlipping memories and pain with easeAt my whimIt leaks stains of tears and inkAnd when I’m done with itIt will only existIf IContinue reading “Poem- White Blank Page”