Wednesday, December 3, 2014

White Sheet

I stare at a white sheet
Not knowing what to write

When hurt is a tumor in my throat
When I have been the scapegoat
When the wounds won’t heal, but rot
I stare, not knowing what to write

When my ears drums are bombarded
Every emotion gets aborted, retarded
Remedies I try fail as soon as they are started
I stare, not knowing what to write

Though I desire to wish away pain
For peace, love, harmony to remain
Journey to unknown currents to detain
I stare, not knowing what to write

Are his doors open for me, I wonder
Have I missed his call, his murmur?
Will I find my soul, my peace, inside, under?
I stare, not knowing what to write

BhaShe