4/28/2020
I have a blank canvas in front of me
but nothing to put on the page
my paint dries as time flees
boredom shall not be assuaged
my mind stalls as the void builds
my hands are cramped and weak
I glare & stare as the page fills
with the nothingness that I see
when the oil runs out and the candle fades
I know the end has come
I sit in the dark; the song that plays
will forever be unsung