The blank screen hit me like a boulder
All ten times I saw it.
I could no longer bear the pain
It felt like a concussion
Each time
Why was the screen blank?
Perhaps it is my lack of white
Or my lack of beauty
Or is it my lack of money?
My exasperating dark locks fall over my face
Shielding me, protecting me from the world around me
I'm grateful for it this time
The world does not need to know of the river I produced
They're very judgmental people
All of them
Boulders and rivers have passed
Yet the screen remains blank
Now what is left
Is for the sun to shine
Without you,
I doubt it will shine.
YOU ARE READING
Dusk till dawn...
PoetryA collection of poetry by me. It may not be perfect, but it's definitely original...
