
The blank page mocks me
I have ignored her for too long
She stares back like an abyss
Cold and waiting
I wish my mind were more free
Maybe then I could belong
Here looking back at what I’ve missed
Frustrated and debating
Life whisked me away
From the creative person I was
School dampens the soul
And bends the mind
We can grow in these days
Of academic venture but
The trade takes a toll
Looking back at what was left behind
Desires for creation and travel
Replaced in a breath
Maybe it’s my age
I’ve become more mundane
Still, my feet hit the gravel
Each day another step towards death
Toward the turning page
Into eternal light, free from pain
The pain of this page
Will linger with me now
As days pass without resolution
Ideas trapped like fluttering birds
They claw at the cage
They rattle it around
And my solution?
Writing the experience without a sound
Not for what is trapped inside
The words are ghosts
Felt but unseen
I wish they could leave
Yet I still abide
Waiting for one of the things I want most
Actively forgetting what could have been
And longing for my reprieve
When shall I write again
Finally finish a tale or two?
About the Creator
Hayl Moon
Just a struggling college student hoping to rediscover her first and only true love: the written word.



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