Ode to the Blank Page

*THE* Blank Page


Blank Page


Oh, blank page
why, oh, why
do you taunt me so? 

Do you not know
I have things
things in my mind
ideas
words
words that must pour out
out from my fingers?

If they stay
my mind may
explode
explode all the words.

Then the words
would leave me
and may never return
not in the same manner
anyhow.

Allow me
if you please
blank page
I implore you
let me splatter
splatter the black
across your white.

These words
in this order
across and down
down the page
and perhaps
to the next.

Blank page, we may never
never
be friends
however
if
deep down
you have a desire
to not be blank
forever
let my words
fill this space
and be blank
blank never more.

—IEC

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