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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