Empty Pages

Written by: Marlena E. Hill

These empty pages

That fills an empty journal,

Feel lonely knowing that

No one will write on them.

These pages want

To be used for a purpose,

To be used for nothing

Would be meaning to burn the pages.

Taken for granted

These empty pages fill themselves,

With thoughts of regret and doubt

And fear and sorrow.

Knowing nothing

Of what the ink knows

The pages draw out

Their lonesomeness.

To be empty is

All the pages know and always will know,

Till the day

When the hearth is lit.