i closely study the blank page
full of nothing
yet contains a potential
to be great.
but how would i know
the immense promise behind
spaces
of unmarked lines
and a sketch
of an empty life?
verily,
i, in my interrupted sanity
will always long
for the bliss of emptiness
as i stared unblinking
at the words
i created – my poetry.
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