White

Looking at the something for a long time can get to your head 

I stared at the blank paper holding a pen with an enthusiastic hand 

but an apathetic brain

for so many days 

I've lost count 

I look at the white page 

And I can hear the silent laughter 

Taunting my lack of ingenuity

But somewhere in that guffaw I can hear the I told you so's

Aimed at the occasions 

When my thoughts were vast,

Limitless and unhindered 

But I was too consumed by trivial matters to give them time,

When ideas were knocking on the walls of my brain 

To be set free onto the pages they crave 

But I kept saying I'd do it later 

Until eventually it was too late

So I guess this 

Is the price I'm left to pay 

I'll sit patiently through the ridicule 

And pray I come out of it sane 

See, It's been a while now 

I'm still trying to figure out 

How something inanimate can haunt my memories 

I can see the smile on the empty sheet whenever I try to sleep

Mocking me 

Telling me I could never be enough to fill the vacancy

Invisible Harsh words cram the page 

Words that can't touch but can surely cause pain

Words that have no voice but can surely speak 

Words that made nightmares out of my dreams

They Cram the page behind a Veil the eye can't see.

See, I'm trying to be the person I use to be 

But I am only left with some small pieces 

And you can't make an image whole

No matter how you arrange the shreds

If you dont have them all.

And so...

my jumbled words dont make sense 

I keep forcing them to have meaning 

keep forcing them to enunciate when they have nothing to say 

But I realize now

A writing can't be blamed for a writer's mistake 

Those words weren't the ones that had nothing to say 

It was me that stayed silent 

It took some time for me to see 

That the paper had no fault 

And the one to blame was me 

Cause I was the one who raised the pen 

When I knew it had no ink.

~Anonymous~

@fortheeccentric