White Sheets

[Angelic Devil]

Hello,

Feel free to critisize whatever is written. This is just personal poetry that I would like to share with other people.

White Sheets

Flipping on those white sheets
I see my face in the mirror
Lines of age lines of beauty
Threatened by my heart beats

So I speak to the darkness amidst the light
With a voice I cannot hear
My tongue muted by the shock of things
And my eyes blinded by the dreary sight

And I scribble on those white sheets
With a pen I found rolling on the floor
The storm plundered through my ears
Threatened by my heart beats

So in the night I try to persuade the darkness’s will
To grant my spirit’s aspiration to devour
What has limited my will to write
On those sheets that were not mine to fill

But lying on those white sheets
I realize my weakness and my strength
My shadow in the mirror gazes at me as though
It is still threatened by my heart beats

And I rise to fill the blank space
That was left by my fear of fate
I begin to scribe my memories with an invisible ink
With wishes and dreams made of silk and lace

I knew I owned those white sheets
So as I try to fill the gaps with bits of my soul
I realize the loss of will and the loss of control
And surrender my fate to my silenced heart beats

For you see what I thought was mine… was not.

Cheers,
M