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The Empty Page

Tears fall on the empty page
My thoughts wounding the heart
The bended wish unheard in the night
For soul-searching in the darkness black
What will I write?

I have nothing to fall back on
No wrong I care to cleanse.
The engraved yesterdays not anymore
Or modernism I care to represent.
My revolt in dying embers
Peaceful my mission, I awaken.

I need your help, more than I ever did
And you came to open the heart
For my restraining wonder I held back.
We meet halfway, me doing my part
and you listen to my dream
I care very much we compromise.

My tears fall on the empty page
And only the breeze of kindness
Will replace the smoldering wonder of a nation
The majority familiarize and approve.
Giving my people something to cling to
Apathy remove.

Tears will always fall on an empty page.

writtin by Rita Joe from the book Song of Eskasoni more poems of Rita Joe

I like this poem a lot