Blank. that is how I feel. <br />I have no emotions to fulfill. <br />Nothing left. <br />I'm bereft. <br />Of your touch. <br />No color on your brush. <br />So I am blank. <br />That is no paint. <br />The colors have died. <br />And yet I survived. <br />But empty I am. <br />Yet again I am... <br />A Blank Canvas.<br /><br />Amanda May Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blank-canvas/
