Crying Ink for the Lost Child

What do I name you-
And where did you leave your address?
The four walls of radiating comfort
and protective embrace.
I kept hiding but growing in the dark.
I do not know-
If you are my child or my mother,
my sleep or my sleeplessness.
I do not know if you were growing with me
or within me.
painting my failures with colors of success-
Oh! you child born out of love and art
Dead too soon-
Reading through them, you are a blank white sheet!
Ink extracted from my inner walls adorned you.
My stupid heart now smells like an empty womb.

Smudged ink stains remain,
Poetries gone
and pages torn-
You were just a blank white sheet
But you left me childless.