Hour 1 : The Barren Page

Rain running it’s fingertips on the window

I am caught in that moment

Smell of the damp earth lingering

Seeping into the walls I hide behind

Music drowning the pain between the head and heart

Getting bored of conversations

I could hear what is whispered

The window makes me dizzy

Can you hear the sound my tears make?

Running down uncontrollably

Making way to my lips

Drenched in misery, I stand ‘ther’

Staring at the rain, searching

Wondering how? why? ‘wher?’

Hoping to find you

Starting on a blank page

Writing a poem on your name.

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