Poem – Blank

It’s white as flour with a blinking bar
staring at you waiting for the first command.
You return the favor by staring back,
eyes squinting like bird looking for food,
fingers hovering above the buttons waiting.

Tick tock, tick tock, the hands move
signaling time flows like a river,
oblivious to obstacles in its path.
Tension rises with sweat dripping,
like you have just ran a marathon,
blood boiling like lava waiting to burst.

Still nothing, canvas remain white as flour.
Over the edge you went, screaming as the ground
rushes to embrace like a long lost child.
The world is now dark like black hole,
you feel nothing because you are as blank
as that white canvas.

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