nothing to say
i stare at white space and wait
for something to fill it
there's nothing to say
as the thoughts
of each day
fever my head and boil over
but none scar this space
there's just nothing to say
my fickle love affair with words
hold them dear and
they ravage me
scream ecstasy soundless into this space
then they
flee
nothing to say
about everything churning inside
of me
nothing to write
this space will stay
white
Copyright Corinne Simpson