The Lament of the Blank Page
By crestfallen
Damn this page so blank mocking me with its white, Daring me to try and write, to make my feelings light. Damn this absent thought That's gone away with the spoon, or maybe with the cow, who's gone to jump the moon. It's an octopus's' garden with plants, and grainy sand, This page can think of nothing it stills my eager hand. Oh where, oh where could my little thoughts be? Look into my soul, and maybe I'll see! Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Sep 21 2001 04:49 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Damn this page so blank..."