A Blank Page To Lie | Poetry

The blank page is the enemy.
The blankness is to defeat.

But what would you do
if you couldn’t escape even
your own piece of paper?

If you couldn’t even be
true to words,
when they begin to tell lies.

What would you do then?
When your world
begins to tell lies.

When you can’t tell
your own head
what you want in your imagination?

Lie to me, you’d say.
Lie to me, over and over again.
But do not write
the truth.

Run as fast as you can,
from your own imagination.
Because it might come true,
in a horror setting.

Lie to me, over and over again.
But do not write the truth.

For a blank page to lie,
how horrible it would be.
A blank page to lie,
would kill you,
over and over again.

For a blank page to lie,
maybe it’s truly real,
this time.

Real things do break,
you know.

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