The blank page stares up from my desk
'Fill my lines with words, ' it whispers,
'fill me up; I dare you.'
Blinding white, blue lines
College-ruled, of course, more words fit on each page
I sit alone, open up my mind
Let the thoughts flow in and out
'Fill my lines with words, ' it whispers,
'fill me up; I dare you.'
But the ideas just aren't coming now
They haven't for some time
My thought process is too erratic
Inspiration is not mine.
'Fill me up; I dare you.'
College-ruled, of course, more space to haunt my thoughts
Blinding white, all those blue lines
Writer's cramp is no longer a concern for me
'Fill my lines with words, ' it whispers,
'fill me up; I dare you.'
'No, ' I'm begging, 'I just can't do it;
I don't know what to write.'
The blank page stares up from my desk
Contempt in every line
It opens up and swallows me whole
Forever trapped in my inadequacy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel like this sometimes too! Athena :)