Empty Page, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet On FB/META And @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Where are you, I know you are there
Where are you, you give me a scare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, I want you to rise
Of the page, into their curious eyes
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, I am aware, it is unfair
You taunt me, with your snickering glare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, the words I cant find
The scattered thoughts cluttering my mind
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, inspiration elusive
Bock lettering wishing for cursive
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, the clock doesn’t care
Hour upon days, my prose in despair
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, in shadows you hide
I’ve lost my muse, it’s gone in stride
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, my cupboards are bare
No words in my pantry, no dish to prepare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, no spark to ignite
The first line is nowhere in sight
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, no rage no rose
No song to compose,
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Dangerously I languish in this dry spell
No plume for my pen, no ink in my well
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

When will the chasm I find myself in
When will the echoing frustration end
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare.
(end)

Another week without inspiration. I hate this.