White Canvas

Standard

Staring at a blank page

Indecisive about everything

No courage to take a risk

Mind, like a brush with no pain

No thoughts flow into words

Nothing is created.

It feels nice to get back into the flow of poetry, but sometimes the ideas and inspiration escape me. For the rest of the evening, my canvas remains white. 

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