Staring at this plain page kills me!
My vexed mind always calls out for me
to lessen it's ever increasing burdens,
it wants me to cut from it as many
complications as I could and paste them
onto this disagreeing sheet of paper.
The struggle goes on daily and I wish
the effect after I succeed was permanent.
My already dieing heart on the other hand
trys to re-teach me how to care,
it tries to remind me how better love
used to feel compared to this sheer death
of mine that I seem to embrace,
but I like a deaf person only sit in the
silent darkness and stare at this plain page...!
© Joseph