And his book left with empty pages

Open Blank Notebook with Pen on Wooden Table
Source: Freebie.photography

If my life were written in a book,
Pages by pages filled,
Characters and letters written,
With black ink line by line,
But I am not the one who writes,

I am just a character,
Where his days filled with hope,
And despair on and on,
As his life only filled,
With disappointment and sorrow,

No plot can save him now,
A character with no strength,
The type readers would hate,
They would curse and spit,
For his stupidity and weakness,
And that is what he believes,

His soul dissipates into the air,
And his book left with empty pages.

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14 thoughts on “And his book left with empty pages

  1. “But I am not the one who writes… I am just a character”
    mmm– I love this. So true and so raw it’s powerful. I’m glad I found your little corner of the internet. I’m enjoying it very much πŸ™‚

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