I wouldn’t even call it a break

An unhappiness



The void

In the shell

Of my emotions


A white canvas

Torn thru

My motivation


There are no pieces

There was no break


The cold


Hot as the sun


And I am paralyzed

In the actions of anything

To keep my mind

From living



For you

You know I have poems

For all of you

And words for memories

A collection piling in my books

Songs are great expressions

Some have acquired whole bands


I don’t love you

But feeling for all

Are read in my words

No tears are left on my pages

No pain released


Just a poem



In spite of you


Each to his own I have left

Pages of sorrow and love

But I have nothing to give you

Cause I see nothing from you