Poetry

The Un’Filled’ Page

 

The ‘un’Filled Page

As I stare at an empty page ‘What do I write?

Upon the vast emptiness – is everything I want

And everything that can’t

As Ink fills that emptiness quick, blues become bright!

Scratched all over – those scars indeed haunt,

Crumbled that discarded rant.

As I stare at an empty page, ‘What do I write?’

Fight with thoughts. Flight of senses. Attempted

Presented. Yet in denial.

Love art.

Art loves.

It was a delight.

A fresh Perception. Glory presented.

Life never has a mistrial!

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