An Empty Pen

My words are shouted at midnight,
love and anger laboured
on unseen paper.
I die
my face unknown to light’s eye.

For whom do I aspire
to see my words?
to rescue eyes and ink cast earthward?
to validate muted loves?
to love

What do you feel?

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