Blank papers of bitter today Do treasure the words white on white; If they are forbidden to say, Then my privilege is to write. I choke on the poison I've drunk, The root of my love is in grief; I'm learning the foreigners' tongue To perpetuate my belief. The strength of my weakness denies The myth only half proven true; The lines that I can't recognize One day were composed by you. The sequel could come to an end, But sanity claims it's too late, I take all the pain to defend The worlds my illusions create.
