Poem -

The blank page of life

Life by itself is meaningless it is what you do with it that truly counts .

Life is like
a blank page 
roughly wrinkled 
in withering white.
Begrudgingly 
bearing it’s 
abandoned
brand of 
belittlement.
Which only can
be broken 
by the olden
unspoken truths 
lying in between 
the written words 
of humanity’s 
harrowing hand.

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