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.
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.