The Empty Page

 

The empty page

Staring up at me

Begging for words

Pleading for a story

Only I can tell

But I don’t want to

This story’s mine

I don’t want to share it with you

 

The pen poised

Ready to write

No inspiration comes

No spark of light

I think of a sentence

Write it down

Scribble it out

With a frown

 

The story ready

In my mind

But the words aren’t right

God isn’t kind

Why won’t they come

The way I want them to

Why can’t I tell

My story to you

 

The pictures forming

They tell the tale

But I can’t share them

So that’s where I fail

I can’t make you

See what I see

I can’t make you feel

The same as me

 

The characters waiting

To be made real

Wanting to life

I want you to feel

Their lives as they unravel

To share their joy and sadness

But it’s a crazy thing

This writing madness.