Blank Poem by Vladimir Kristus

Blank



Expressionless faces on the people around me.
Wordless computers that completely surround me.
When people speak, nothing is said.
All I can do is imagine the words dancing in my head.
When I write on a page, it stays inkless.
Pictureless.
Self expressionless.
That is my world.
Everything is black and white.
Everything is monotone.
Everything is BLANK.

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Vladimir Kristus

Vladimir Kristus

Little Rock, Arkansas
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