To my mind’s endless mirror

My empty paper
Loves the sight
Of a wordless poet’s
Lost plight
The pages of void
That come crashing by
Like a soulful river
Run sadly dry
At length my hundred letters beckon
The hundred thoughts of solitude
It writes itself my unsung diary
My unlearned fortitude
My life’s diary
My best friend
My constant source of pain
My dreams of an end
You live on in an empty cloud
Fly away to unknown eyes
And as I put this to print today
You rescue me a hundredth time