The Empty Page

the empty page glares back at me
stark white,
boldly challenging me...
WRITE DAMMIT!

inside, my mind yells
DON'T YOU THINK I AM TRYING?
but only against the foreboding silence
of my hopeless inability to express myself.

I rack my brain
I wring my mind
searching endlessly to no avail
for words that never existed

maybe I can't find the words because
words can't adequately describe
how utterly lost,
how blank my mind,
how still my pen...
how I am voicelessly screaming at the
top of my lungs but no one can hear,
how I try so hard only to come up
against the mocking silence and I
always lose! how frustrated and
desperate and....
how I am so tired of this
how defeated I feel..
how I give up.

all my words
disappearing
into
nothingness.

maybe it it's not words that I needed...
maybe the empty page said it best.