Ode to the Blank Page

*THE* Blank Page

Blank Page

Oh, blank pagewhy, oh, why do you taunt me so? 
Do you not know I have things things in my mindideas words words that must pour outout from my fingers?
If they staymy mind mayexplodeexplode all the words.
Then the wordswould leave meand may never returnnot in the same manneranyhow.
Allow meif you pleaseblank pageI implore youlet me splattersplatter the blackacross your white.
These wordsin this orderacross and downdown the pageand perhapsto the next.
Blank page, we may neverneverbe friendshoweverifdeep downyou have a desireto not be blankforeverlet my wordsfill this spaceand be blankblank never more.

—IEC