Empty Lines
written by: SmithaV
@SmithaVishwana4
This is just another poem-
one more added to the many I’ve written so far
It means nothing
beyond feelings turned inside out
And hung on the line to dry.
Because feelings and thoughts need airing.
Lest they gather mold.
The guilty violets, the fiery reds
and the silent blacks-
those I keep in piles, untouched;
I fear they may bleed
and stain the rest.
But the cheery yellows, the calming whites, pinks and blues
I hang out for all to see.
Once dry.
I unpeg them and put them back.
Arranging them precisely as they were
Unchanged.
So, all that remains
are empty lines
and vacant words pegged on them.
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