The Empty Page Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
The Empty Page
Here I sit and stare
At the empty page
Because it’s empty
I am in a rage
Here I sit and stare
Trying to empty my mind
To find the words
To write poetry of some kind
Here I sit and rage
I need more booze
Still looking at an empty page
Searching for a muse
The muse had always been there
The thing that made me rage
At it I did stare
My muse was the empty page
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