The Summertime Mind

"Thoughtless"

Don't be fooled by the title...My attempt at humor:)

I stare at this blank page,

frustration boiling in my blood.

When will it release me from my treacherous cage?

I am nothing but an un-flowering bud.

When will the words I compose spring to life?

Killing this blank page, filled with strife.

I wait and wait, pencil at hand

but the words remain unwritten, a barren land.

This white page swallows my thoughts and consumes me whole.

When these words don't come, where do I go?

Without them, I am lost in a world with no expression.

Lies pile up,  I have no confession.

I have no words to 'sink this hook'.

I lay down the pencil and close the book.