Not Enough to Begin With

To begin with, there are empty pages That moment feels like the dark ages Some sleep has slowed down the time A reverie stirs languidly on a loud chime Weeping darkness is waiting in anguish A feeble day has to momentarily languish Secrets waiting to be honestly embraced Anomalies in time and language displaced It is a long wait before a pen can speak A … Continue reading Not Enough to Begin With