Staring at a pale white page
Wondering what to write
Looking for some kind of muse
To let my thoughts take flight
I look around the room I'm in
At pictures, films and books
Full of epic stories
About heroes, myths, or crooks
But those things don't excite my mind
Nor inspire me at all
There's only one thing that I know
My hand will let me scrawl
Still the page remains a blank
My talent rendered blind
I can only think of you, my love
You're all that's on my mind
'Blank Page' Copyright © 2011 Matthew Densley
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It's a really good poem. The rhymes you use aren't just there to make a rhyme but they really work and contribute to the poem. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is truly my situation sometimes. I like this, it's very well written and expressed.