Written by: Lorraine Ferns

Black keyboard under my fingertips
I pause reluctantly over them
I am the one in control
and yet? 

What subject shall I bedazzle my 
readers with?

Something clever?
Something chaste?

Or the truth?

Of emptiness, a possible blank page,
of the same song
I listen too
waiting, waiting for what?


For life to change?

Or for time to just keep churning out

Nothing, and nothingness!