The Blank Page stares at one
An endless battle daring
One to blemish it.
The Blank Page is relentless
A bit too white
A bit too flawless.
The Blank Page intimidates
With a perfect appearance
Empty on the inside.
The Blank Page, alive
Much too morphing
Much too human.
The Blank Page remains untouched.
YOU ARE READING
The Blank Pages
PoetryWell, one day I was having quite the case of writer's block, and out of frustration decided to write about the blank page. Hope you enjoy it.
