The page is blank.
My mind is blank.
So much emptiness.
So much space.
I could do anything.
I could write anything.
A canvas to fill,
A brain that's not full.
Lines left untouched.
Boxes gathering dust, untouched.
Weights hold down my hands,
Chains lock in my thoughts.
So much is blank.
So much is blank.
The page is space which is empty,
My mind is empty space.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryEver just have a moment in life when you just want to write some things down? It may not necessarily relate to you but it holds such a strong emotion or feeling or passion that the words just keep flowing until it's finished. A piece of art, of crea...
