Beyond The Page

I once had thought that I could find,

The place beyond this page.

Outside my broken scribblings,

Barred inside this rusted cage.

Yet the clouds have steadfast vigor,

As they all encase the sun.

Hiding every ray of beauty,

As I simply plead for one.

Thus in blackness must I wander,

Seeking light in every spark.

Tripping over my own deficits,

Eyes wide in pitchest dark.

Where my feet cannot go further,

And my hands are broken glass.

Both my ears will not stop bleeding,

I guess it's time to die at last.

Time for sleep to take me over,

Time for rest to bring me home.

Time for all of my shortcomings,

To be left like me; alone.

But the curtains never billowed,

And the lights still shone on me.

I had scripts I'd never finished,

In this ragtag company.

If this life has not yet killed us,

If we somehow still draw breath.

What have we left now to scare us,

If we've disinterested death.