I have sat here all day, <br />With nothing to say... <br />This blank page <br />Is consuming my life, <br /> <br />Taunting me, <br />Haunting me, <br />Daunting me! <br /> <br />I thought surely, <br />I would have something <br />Important to say, <br />But obviously, <br />The blank Page <br />Is not intimadated <br />By my pen..... <br /> <br />But then again, <br />I didn't have <br />ANYTHING ELSE <br />To do today. <br /> <br />I have stretched my brain, <br />And to struggle and complain <br />Makes NO change... <br /> <br />It is just that blasted blank page... <br />Or is it my age... <br />Or maybe rage... <br />That I have nothing to say, <br />And nothing else to do today. <br /> <br />Scarlett Treat <br />February 25,2008<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-pages-4/
