Blank

Glaring at this blank page,
I find it hard to say
What I feel.

Words are my tools, but
My toolbox is empty
And darkened.

My search
Through what
Is not known
Through what
Is non-sense

Streams confusion
Through my being

My confusion
Is looking, but
Not seeing

Not seeing
What makes sense

Not seeing
What is known

Not seeing
Tools in the

Toolbox of
My blank mind.