Broken
The blankness of the paper
the saturation of my mind
the sharp contrast of the two

Amazing how it all gets lost
so quickly in the journey from
abstract to reality

A pattern as of late
Everything vanishes just before the curve
Before it can see the true beauty
Of what could have been

Words, poems, lovers…
It’s all the same
Full of significance
But at the drop of the hat,
meaningless.
Back to my poetry