Poetry Night

Blank pages

Like empty moments

Make me believe

They were made for me

Coloring my smiles

Eating away the fullness

They call me somewhere unfamiliar

With promises of glory

Sometimes they fail me

Or have I let them down?

Sometimes they turn on me

Vengence and hatred that peirce my soul

But no. Not tonight.

Tonight they are my beauty

Sparkling out of the corners of my eyes

I own them

I make them sing

I make them dance

I play the puppet master

I learn something about myself

I never knew before