What is worse than empty lined paper,
lying in front of you?
A pencil moving light and slowly,
beautifully but tired, over the sheet?
Drawing circles in your head,
but on the paper nothing is written?
The head upon the pillow,
the eyes are nearly closed. Dreaming far away.
In this dream, nothing has changed. Bright it is,
and oh, so wonderful.
Dreams turns into nightmares. Nightmares into reality.
Reality is once again worse than dreams.
What is then worse than empty lined paper?
Reality I tell you my friend.
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OH WONDERFUL POEM! It isn’t simply a straight forward poem… it is abstract almost out of the norm. I greatly commence you on this poem! PLEASE POST MORE… you are a wonderful writer. I am now a fan.
You expressed so much in your poetry i wish there were more.I hope you can send me some of your poerty i loved the poem. It seemed just like what i was goin throw .
superbly done,remarkable work!!!!!!
i loved the way u expressed sooo much in ur poetry. It has soo much felling i love this poem =]
I have a passion for reading this its so intresting and open minded
that was nice sounds like something i might say keep doing wat you feel
great peom and inspirational…Line Kjergaard..are yu the author…we need more
Thank you, so much!
I have been writing a lot of poems lately, but the website won’t review them, so they are not at the website yet, but they will surely appear!
that’s deep dude
no really this poem is great! LOVING IT!
GOSH,
i LOVE this poem!!:))
I love this poem. It’s just so deep.