Howling Book (Eleven)

Another wailing wall A slip, a fall An emptiness that holds it all I know it blinded A star that travels into holes To get a sense of how it ends It’s better than to shine uncounted Is this my howling book? Is this all that you took from me? I wrote it as a way to say... Enough I wrote it as a door To take you away So far away from me Another page to turn A word, a space So many feelings with a face I know it blinded Another soul you sold To try to feel It’s almost like you thought me real And so I vanish...