The stark white page yawns and screams;
It hungers for some thoughts, dreams
To fill the space now full of naught
To cease starvation space has wrought.
The stark white page is starved and gasps
Airless space results in rasps,
Speechless sounds once spoken killed
The paper’s lines left unfulfilled
The stark white page cries out in pain,
“Fill me please so I may sustain
The joy of words that bind and blend
With me and ink for words once penned.”
The stark white page no longer cries;
The muse comes through and satisfies
And fills the yawning, burning space
With written truths and saving grace.