I stare at the blank page
And wonder where to begin
Since I have run out of words of dismay
My heart gives me ink no more
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My heart gives me ink no more...beautiful expression. Your poem conveys fantastically the sense of betrayal and loss.
your poems remind me of my earlier writs, those that i'm tempted to post on this site, but stop myself because i don't think i'm as brave as you to bare the most private and personal!