Blank Pages

How do you know when you reach the end?
Is there really a way to tell?
What happens when the pen runs out of ink?
Does it deplete the well?
How do you know when there is nothing left to say?
Will you really even try?
What happens when the book is closed?
Does it happen to me twice?
How do you know when you are hearing a lie?
Was there ever a truth?
What happens when the deceit you shelter becomes believable?
Is there something you want to prove?
How do you know when you lose that special bond?
Was it even really there?
What happens when the ink well dries up?
Do you really even care?
The ink is gone, the book has closed, the pages are now all blank...I will never try to understand, and have only myself to blame.
The end.