empty page

I cover up this empty space upon my page
But the ink bleeds right through me
With only a momentary solace

Knowing I could live but dream instead
Knowing I could be but I pretend
Knowing I could speak but I recite
Knowing I could soar

Every release is useless still
What depth is there to gain
When I, a hollow frame
Am deathly ill

When will I learn to fly?
Or would rather I
Stay in this empty page forever