Writing

The blank page stares at me,
Mocking.
An empty space begging to be filled,
Yet in my mind,
Nothing.
I look around for
Something,
Inspiration I can use
To fill up the empty space
And yet, I find
Nothing.
So I walk away,
Forfeiting.
And go on with my life,
And once I get into something else,
It hits me.
Enlightening.
So I scramble around for paper,
And try to capture my thoughts,
Creating.
I can’t set a time on it,
So it’s at these random times
That I go on,
Writing.





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