Empty Pages

I flip through empty pages
twirl pens still full of ink
too hard to force myself to feel;
to force myself to think.

Line by line the emptiness
makes me rethink my life
no tear-stained entries to relive;
no happiness, no strife.

Just unrecorded moments
of feelings left unsaid
Unsure of what the past has taught;
Unsure of what's ahead.

by:me