The Blank Page

The Blank Page.

I can talk and talk

I can babble and gaggle

Witter and blabber

Drone and bore

Yet I can’t find my voice

I want to write my story

The words fail to flow

Create a language

From the images in my head

But the words

Are jammed inside

And left unsaid

I sit before the screen

Rivers of thoughts

Run through my mind

Like a broken down car

Blocking the way

The words pile up

One behind the other

Impatient and jostling

Tripping over each other

I choke on my frustration

On the words unsaid

The blank screen taunting me

Again and again

Phoenix

 

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