Can we ever go back?
To the blankness
To the potential
Before it was harnessed
And broke for the eventual
Taming of the page.

The Page, the Tyrant!
I've been opressed and uplifted
By the same page
On different days.
Have you?

Did you overthrow the tyrant
With the violence of your words?
Or did you see him how he is,
Vulnerable.
Stubborn, but weak.

I greive for this page,
Stained with my words.
He was stubborn indeed,
But I had to write
So you could read.

I do not regret it,
But with every poem there is pain.
The potential, lost
All too easily
With a few careless strokes of a pen.