By: Shawn R

Emptiness

I pick the pen up off the paper and set it gently into my hand,

I am ready for the words to come flowing smoothly out of my pen,

Ready for the feeling of peace or accomplishment that comes with the final word being put on the perfect paper, but I do not even get a few drops,

The pen is empty; it has nothing to say to me today,

No one notices the plain, dull appearance of the paper, nor cares to look up,

Everyone keeps on in their empty, repeated conversations, which they had with a different person just five minutes ago, and will have with someone else five minutes from now,

No one saw the frustration of the day build up and even now they do not see that the breaking point of my heart beating with madness on the fact of my pen having nothing to say,

The blankness that my mind feels, or the straining for an inspirational thought I so desperately want and need will not come, not today anyway,

My anything-but-perfect day has been perfectly topped off by the lack of words my pen has to offer me,

Maybe I will try again tomorrow, yes tomorrow might be a better day.