The Blank Page
blank
nothing
nothing beautiful, nothing sad
nothing useful for this pad
no ideas for me to write
with pen and paper
gathered with light
no great hope, no great fear
nothing to give cause for tears
no loud cry for justice denied
no high praise for made up eye's
nothing to set hearts on fire
no hidden wit for political satire
none of the sweetness love begets
and the acts of hero's we often forget
the memories have faded
the times i've made love
and nothing beacons from heaven above
but i dare not abandon
this art i love
tis my existence
my gift from God
perhaps tomorrow
i'll know what to say
but for today all i'll have
is this empty blank page
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