Blank page before me I've no inspiration,
Words come and go but mean nothing at all,
So why waste my time as I stare from my window,
In thought as I'm waiting for someone to call.
Blank page before me no one to converse with,
Words have no meaning when spoken alone,
So why waste my time when it all seems so pointless,
I think of the pleasure and beauty I've known.
Blank page before me now stained by my teardrops,
Words I can't write when my ink has run dry,
So why waste my time when it brings only heartache,
Away on the wind now my dreams blowing by.
Blank page before me I'm lost without reason,
Words can't describe all the sadness I feel,
So why waste my time all I need is some comfort,
But nobody cares that my pain is so real.
Blank page, of course...but full of pain...tear drops, why? For you are lost with out reason...that is a feeling, real heavy...natural, the mind tending to converse with self and finding out words meaning less...a poem, out speaking well written 10
Great read Andrew! ! Don't fear, the words shall come and flow again The mind sometime, it needs 'a rest' Give it till the morrow, then put it to - the test! ! *10*! ! Best wishes! Friend Thad
Absolutely incredible. Exactly what I love to read. Well written. Touching and powerful. Awesome talent. DC
Oh Andrew, I wish I could reach through and hug you..... Even your writtings with no inspiration have turned into a master piece in my heart.... Cheer up my frined, I know you have been through alot, but your writtings have been able to make so many of us so happy...... I enjoyed this as we all experience this to one degree or another.... Stay well.. Bonnie
So sad when inspiration is not forthcoming. This is put so well in this piece of poetry and again is a pleasure to read. I have the same problem at the moment, all seems negative poem wise. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
A truly fine poem, my friend. When you have a lack of inspiration, you write a beautiful poem about, of all things, lack of inspiration. A true poet indeed. I can truly relate to this one, as my inspiration has always appeared in 'spurts, ' (short bursts, followed by sometimes, long dry spells) . Thanks, and I agree with Duncan, 'You are much loved' Richard
Comfort beyond the blank glare of the page, you are much loved Andrew, Take care and remember the wonderful influence that you have on us Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A blank page, alone...to nothingness, living like dust existing but no meaning at all...Thanks, great write.....