A Page's Lament
By Leylia
I sit Stare Gape Empty pages... Five hundred empty pages. Little blue lines, Little red lines, Empty white space, Non-existence in its most tangible form. An empty page always seems so sad. He has yet to understand his purpose So he waits patiently, Days, Months, Years For someone to show him why he was brought into being. It's painful for the writer too, To see his good friend paper so Empty and desolate. Then for the first and last time, Paper is filled, Suddenly elated, instantly springing to life, Suddenly filled with meaning, Instantly purposeful. Beaming, paper looks at himself, Relishing in the action and words That have brought him such joy And accomplishment: eggs milk bread cheese ...here's an equation for you: boredom + christmas jitters + writer's block = bizarre poem regarding the secret thoughts and feelings of PAPER. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 07:51 AM PST 0 • 14
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