Blank Pages

I stare at the blank page 
And wonder where to begin 
Since I have run out of words of dismay 
My heart gives me ink no more 
I’d die to hear your voice again 
And I wait for hours on end 
But you kill me when you do call 
You talk as if you dialed a stranger 
I’m left more bereft with every conversation 
You trying to phase me out 
Me crawling to get back in 
I go seeking bigger troubles 
Then the one that already besieges me 
The “I miss you” means nothing to you 
For it seems now that I was the only one there 
You left long before
Throwing me a casual adieu
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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De Beaulieu Avatar
April 10, 2018 at 5:24 PM
Hello Rizwen, you can not force yourself to write,when no words come to mind.Looking at a blank page will not force the words to come either. In time you will find the words come to you. We all have writer's block sometimes. It will come. have a nice evening my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 3:16 PM
Rizwan, I never thought of it this way. It does make sense to me now. Have a nice day my friend.
Saleem  Avatar
April 10, 2018 at 5:44 PM
Even no words are an expression at times. Have a great day Darlene
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