Here I sit in my dark room
Reading pages that
Are all too blank
And hard to see
They wrote their verses
Words meant to inspire
Yet they wasted ink
Never to be seen again
Now I sit in wonder
Worried that I too
Am writing a blank page
Words empty and hollow
So, my friends and foes
I write this script to let you know
This one will do what he can
To not be another blank page
© Nathan Janes 2012
Reading pages that
Are all too blank
And hard to see
They wrote their verses
Words meant to inspire
Yet they wasted ink
Never to be seen again
Now I sit in wonder
Worried that I too
Am writing a blank page
Words empty and hollow
So, my friends and foes
I write this script to let you know
This one will do what he can
To not be another blank page
© Nathan Janes 2012
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