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Blank The page is blank and I am clueless Inspiration seems to hide I am pondering while I’m gazing It’s as if my mind has died Nothing that is worth the writing Not a notion or idea I am reasoning while I’m thinking What is happening to me? Once again I make an effort And I even speak out loud Hoping I will trigger something But it’s just a mental drought Though I write, but soon thereafter What is written I erase ’Cause it wasn’t to my liking And it kept me in a maze Guess I shouldn’t keep on forcing Creativity should flow Just as freely as a shower The effect of it will show So I did not get inspired Well, I feel somewhat dismayed Yes I wanted to write poetry But I guess it’ll have to wait. Wendy Nipas