It's just another one of those days
When my heart is full but empty remains the page
Is this rage I feel, or is this what it feels like to be trapped in a cage?
The cursor blinks away, it's all a haze
Reading letters old, finding a photograph from happier times
Look at those smiling faces, could that really be us?
All that's left is an intermittent word, usually a cuss
The clock has struck now, it's all over it chimes
This has gone on too long
Is it too late to start over; a clean slate?
You played this one out diabolically well, Fate
Or was this never meant to be, was it all wrong?
The white sheet has black streaked across it now
Even great literature eventually comes to a finish
But, let the end's beauty not diminish
We must accept its grace, if only you'll show me how?