blank pages

Here I sit
staring at a wall of white
words dammed up
soul damned up
thoughts like a river coursing
-once
now dwindling trickling stopped
blank whiteness searing in
taunting my hand
cursing my mind
words a well fresh water
-poison
so here I sit
words bottled up so long
they’ve become rotten
lost the way
maybe lost the say
ink stains the paper
-yet it does not create