Blank page before me I've no inspiration, <br />Words come and go but mean nothing at all, <br />So why waste my time as I stare from my window, <br />In thought as I'm waiting for someone to call. <br /> <br />Blank page before me no one to converse with, <br />Words have no meaning when spoken alone, <br />So why waste my time when it all seems so pointless, <br />I think of the pleasure and beauty I've known. <br /> <br />Blank page before me now stained by my teardrops, <br />Words I can't write when my ink has run dry, <br />So why waste my time when it brings only heartache, <br />Away on the wind now my dreams blowing by. <br /> <br />Blank page before me I'm lost without reason, <br />Words can't describe all the sadness I feel, <br />So why waste my time all I need is some comfort, <br />But nobody cares that my pain is so real.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-page-12/
