Blank paper
so white and barren
A waste land of my words
Holder of my affliction
Owner of all my angst
You've been mishandled
Furnished with my regret
But you're here anyhow
My companion who holds the map
The lines you wear on you're page
I'm never depleted with you in hand
I pour my heart out on you
My masterpiece, my art
that has come from within
My keeper of the words that escape me
Without apprehension
You accept me for who I am
And in the end
you are still white....
My words Intertwined too closely to my soul