I’ve been empty
these days.
The pages facing me
were as white as
the clear clouds
above my head.

All the butterflies
in my stomach
already left me.
Although they left
the pain.
Although they poisoned
my body.

My head was throbbing
because of my
ideas pulsating.
They wanted to get
out of my mind.
And they did so.
But the bad feelings

Words couldn’t get
my mouth to open.
My tongue seemed to
melt it.
My teeth may have
bit it.

I couldn’t walk.
The roads are deserted
but my feet were scared
of the cold ground
it may step on.

The view was empty,
therefore my eyes
were as white
as the pages
facing me.