Apology to the empty page

Apology to the empty page
Waiting for my pen
For words and lines and colours
That feel like they'll never
Spill again
When the love and smiles fade
The blood and sweat and tears drain away
Like a kaleidoscope of sentiment
Ink swirling down the sink,
To leave a vast and empty page
Of white as numb as snow
With not a footstep, not a fingerprint
Or heart, engraved in the plane of its cold.
Dull as nothing, with no words
No musical notes to spare
How could I spare even the slightest song
When no sound but silence is living there.
So I fill this empty plot
With apologies and excuses
I cannot express this expressionless chill
That's settled deep inside
And shelled me out, a hollow skin
That feels quite like it's died
But living among this vague winter landscape
As subtle as a ghost
Barely there, too spent to care,
Expired to the most.
I have nothing to give you but
Words that mean nothing at all
Words that describe but emptiness
I cannot give you poetry
I cannot give you art
But perhaps in the nothing I have left
To give
You find the very picture of:
Signed, and resigned,
My Heart.