white prison

May 12, 2009
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An empty page.
Staring at me, Glaring at me
Daring me to defile its perfect state.
Smiling smugly at my failed attempts.

To begin, commence, start.
The hardest part of this mammoth task.
To overcome my obstacle,
It would seem straight forward enough.

A blank mind.
Nothing to say, nothing to write.
Just to be recognized and appreciated.
By someone, by anyone.

To hear my name spoken aloud.
With praise, with thanks.
If only I could,
Then I would write the first words.

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