Blank For Poetry

Blank for poetry
For the first time, I’m blank 
No poetic rhythm 
or vocabulary connoisseurship 
Just plainly and utterly blank
I’m searching and scouring
Not finding the right words
Or any words at all
I’m just...blank 
Maybe that’s what this does to you
This way of being deliberately broken
With such a piercing pain 
it echoes through the shards of sobs
As I watch the shreds of ashes 
Of all I’d based my short-lived life on
Stain the same palm of hands
That worked so hard to appease
Touching the ever so intricate part of me
Shattered 
Weeping for the part that held
Every single thread of my dedication 
Woven into the most validating piece of clothing 
Warm and secure it embraced 
Like a heated coat in the cruel winter 
And I sat there, blank
Lips sealed with grief 
For a self that made the psyche rest
And now I stand worthless and wordless
Blank.
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