The page asked me to fill it fast as I could
To pour out the contents nobody else understood
I wrote along the corners,
When there was no room left on the sides
The lines wanted reasons,
I gave them ideals and lies
Words were unspoken
Gathering one by one
Tragically knowing
Just how they had begun
From deep inside a wellspring
Broken once again
Pouring forth until the pain….slowly comes to an end
And the page is willing to listen
Without interrupting the thought
And I am totally smitten
That’ why it’s always sought