Poem — Blank

I live in fear of nothingness

The Would-be’s and Should-be’s

The endless possibilities

Of all things I could see


The white canvas is beloved

“Writing is creative!”

But nothing pans out well because

Words are just translative


So when those words don’t come to you

And everything stands still

I find I’m just as blank inside

A white too vast to fill


One thought on “Poem — Blank

  1. A problem with a clean blank slate

    Is an unwillingness to stick.

    With infinity to pick from

    It’s impossible to pick.

    So make some marks and scratch in deep

    And carve in a beginning.

    Since even if things fill back in

    You’ll Step 3: [??] winning.

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