Blank Slate

A blank slate thirsty for ink

parched if not for a drop of 

blood from a flaming pen

write on me in rubescent

sears the choler you hold 

line by line pour out

the darkness that engulfs you

sable as the space

between stars

fill me with the songs 

you sing in the hush

of the dawn

over and again

again and over

until you cover my

every inch

and make me

black as night

drown me with

all the words you failed

to breathe out 

choke me with

all the thoughts

which asphixiate you

when you can write no longer

take up the pen 

fill it with white ink and 

cover me again

https://allpoetry.com/poem/14076082-Blank-Slate-by-Mamyaw