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The Blank Page

A frustrated writer

By Hayl MoonPublished 5 months ago 1 min read
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The blank page mocks me

I have ignored her for too long

She stares back like an abyss

Cold and waiting

I wish my mind were more free

Maybe then I could belong

Here looking back at what I’ve missed

Frustrated and debating

Life whisked me away

From the creative person I was

School dampens the soul

And bends the mind

We can grow in these days

Of academic venture but

The trade takes a toll

Looking back at what was left behind

Desires for creation and travel

Replaced in a breath

Maybe it’s my age

I’ve become more mundane

Still, my feet hit the gravel

Each day another step towards death

Toward the turning page

Into eternal light, free from pain

The pain of this page

Will linger with me now

As days pass without resolution

Ideas trapped like fluttering birds

They claw at the cage

They rattle it around

And my solution?

Writing the experience without a sound

Not for what is trapped inside

The words are ghosts

Felt but unseen

I wish they could leave

Yet I still abide

Waiting for one of the things I want most

Actively forgetting what could have been

And longing for my reprieve

When shall I write again

Finally finish a tale or two?

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About the Creator

Hayl Moon

Just a struggling college student hoping to rediscover her first and only true love: the written word.

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