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Plain Paper

This plain paper isn't talking, its blocking out my mind
From all the inspiration, I used to easily find
My pen is only hovering and my thoughts are far away
Where is the inspiration? To go on another day

Why do I feel so restless? What will tomorrow bring
I'm tired I'm feeling breathless and cannot do a thing
Plain paper you are hiding something deep inside your page
You will crumple in a moment if you fill me with this rage

Please give me just a little, let one thought coming flooding through
Release your hold on my pen so that I may write on you
Give me inspiration tell me what you need
Stop staring at me blankly please allow my pen to bleed

Am I slowly loosing my grip? Does my paper really see?
Is it saying this is my life this is plain reality?
No . . . Ill not be beaten I don't care you wish to stay
Just a simple piece of paper on your surface I will play

Your whiteness is so deafening please just show me how
To finally see just something . . . that's it! . . . INSPIRATION COMING NOW
Oh my God I didn't see it, though you shouted loud and clear
What a simple little poem, I can feel a heartfelt tear

YES! This one is perfect oh what a fool I've been
I will write the little poem using neatest handwriting
It will center on the one page, it will hold no title name
For the poem is just one word to best describe our pain

A word that truly captures the nature of the beast
And yet describes our feelings a word to say the least
A word for which I'm sorry because in writing it I make
This one word, which is my poem, something that I take


So . . . plain paper isn't anymore, completely pure and white
I've left upon its surface this one word but it feels right
It feels right for all the children, know this I had to do
Because for all the broken children Innocence was lost to you


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