Ah, the blank page
a familiar and somewhat sinister fellow
mocking me
riddculing me
as I stare at it
because my mind can't process words
can't form them with ink
But the irony of it is
as I write this,
my foe is growing weaker
with these words I write
He'll be back, I know this is true
But until then
I tip my hat and bid you adieu.
