Blank like an empty page

Begging to be filled with art

Art that leaves people in awe

Your blank stare makes me afraid

Afraid that I don’t have anything worth offering you

So I stare at the walls,

the ceiling and the floor

Trying to avoid your menacing gaze

I wait for an idea

I know it’s there somewhere

But it’s all foggy and unclear

And just like this piece of paper in front of me

I’m blank like a bank that’s run out of cash

My brain can’t process words

It’s got nothing better to share

Than this blank poem

Wishing it could be accompanied by a kick and a snare.

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