white sheets and stacks of paper
rummaging through to crease out the rumples
crackle from the burning wood
causing a silent ruckus
the wind through her hair
the aroma of the fresh air…
her dress rustling
leaving behind footprints as she moves
tightly clenched in her fists…
the white sheets and stacks of paper

fire reflecting through her eyes
so does the anger
looking at the sea in contemplation
yet so full of rage…
a discontented smile
a disturbed frown
changing into a tear
rolling down the cheeks
ending in a weak whimper

meaningless words…yet hurting her like paper cuts
stupid white sheets and stacks of paper
they have become her life…

This poem was written/submitted by Igty.