Blank papers of bitter today <br />Do treasure the words white on white; <br />If they are forbidden to say, <br />Then my privilege is to write. <br /> <br />I choke on the poison I've drunk, <br />The root of my love is in grief; <br />I'm learning the foreigners' tongue <br />To perpetuate my belief. <br /> <br />The strength of my weakness denies <br />The myth only half proven true; <br />The lines that I can't recognize <br />One day were composed by you. <br /> <br />The sequel could come to an end, <br />But sanity claims it's too late, <br />I take all the pain to defend <br />The worlds my illusions create.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-on-white/
