Without an inspiration

Hungry is this piece of paper

Used to fullness

Of words verses letters

Of thoughts that touch upon the pain

Defends the loneliness

On a brink of the day

Upon a dreamless night

The paper is used to

Not being clean

While the dawn arises

No, I think, it will understand

Words were and will be

But tonight it has to forgive

For staying empty

Though the dawn is already rising

Carrying along another day of fasting.

Empty

I leave it in a corner of loneliness

To wonder: why the punishment

And, what is it this guy really wishes?