Brooding over this little piece

Of white paper with blue lines

Clipped motionless

To my writing board black.

Over creation of thoughts

Refusing to come out

Can the rushing waves of mind

Be slowed down?

Splashing sprays of disconnected thoughts

Be counted?

What do I write about? me?

Or the world around?

Or should I write about

The nonsense thoughts of my mind

Wandering on the numbness

Of trees facing the axe,

The meanings of unheard proverbs,

Origins of songs heard in dreams.

Nothingness fills everything

Words cannot express it all

The depth of hopelessness

In a heart

Mustering courage to let in

The faintest light ray.

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