Word one a new beginning.
All hope that it is better than the last.
After heart break and fear we hope something new is near.

We see that soon so soon loneliness is there.
No hope, no fear only nothingness appears.
A blank page clean and clear but no one’s there to help us fill it.

We need love, we need passion.
The days grow long and cold without them.
A glimpse of love is what we seek but none is found for the writing.

Only drivel we can write.
No one to hold in our sight.
Word by useless word fills these pages.


Sometimes starting anew is harder than continuing.