I have sat here all day,
With nothing to say...
This blank page
Is consuming my life,
Taunting me,
Haunting me,
Daunting me!
I thought surely,
I would have something
Important to say,
But obviously,
The blank Page
Is not intimadated
By my pen.....
But then again,
I didn't have
ANYTHING ELSE
To do today.
I have stretched my brain,
And to struggle and complain
Makes NO change...
It is just that blasted blank page...
Or is it my age...
Or maybe rage...
That I have nothing to say,
And nothing else to do today.
Scarlett Treat
February 25,2008
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-pages-4/
