Blank paper stares
White, lined and bare
No thoughts to scribble on the page
Nothing to say that is witty and sage
You left
I'm bereft
empty of feeling
stare at the ceiling
no pain
not sane
can't run
it's done
curl into a ball
and watch the world fall
Blank paper stares
White, lined and bare
No thoughts to scribble on the page
Nothing to say that is witty and sage