The Blank Page

Will I write about the future or will I write about past events?

Will this poem make me a martyr or will I be in church tenants?

These are the questions I ask myself every day.

Along with will I find love or will I fall into decay?

Although I suppose, everyone thinks in this stage

of both positivity, and negativity never breaching the vicinity.

These thoughts have caused some to go insane or others pain,

yet for me it seems all these feelings were in vain.