Curse this empty page
on to which I stare
deep into the lines
Not written there
The thought
I thought
so many times
This feeling lingers
without rhyme
Scratched
across this line
a phrase
It comes from
nowhere
No passion raised
It's not what I
intended to see
a line not cursed
nor blessing be.
~ cb 7/5/11 ~
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