The Blank Page
The
Blank Page
The
outer world sleeps never, shouting on top of its voice;
And
why wouldn’t it? The night’s there to imbibe this noise;
The
blank page has a death stare at me, just as I might have for it.
Maybe
it would have chores pending, deadlines calling;
It
could be empty and chipped, full of slits and painted all white without a zit.
Wouldn’t
it like to express itself with letters and paint with all colors and shades?
Ever
wondered why the page is so silent and remains that way!
Maybe
it knows what it feels not being heard when there’s much to say.
My
dear page you express yourself when I pour my feelings on you;
And
you paint yourself with shades when tears drop and mix with the blue;
Well,
my selfless page, you will never remain unheard for I’ll never stop writing on
you.
This poem was written as I was busy doing
nothing, thinking of writing something but without a topic. I hope everyone
reading this smiles, you deserve all the happiness J Good day people! Live, laugh, enjoy and
share infinite love!
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