EP n°14: Lost Page

I lost my page, my book. My library is in flame. Words are flying off like smoke through dirty closed windows. First you blew up my page; then you hid the book. But it was not enough; your villainousness set the library on fire. You destroyed all my references; you threw my memories to a fire place of letters. I’m a white page now. At the mercy of your ink, of your sharpy pen’s point. Your verses will mark my scares; your dots, my bruises; your commas, my tears. I’m an autumn leaf on some damp lawn in London. I’m a sheet filled up with your impulses and whims; a book that will probably die on the top of your library, choked by the unawareness' dust.