A Poem That Sleeps
Waiting so patiently
Within the confines of my heart
Adrift in emotional limbo
Sits a poem that needs a start
Words temporarily misplaced
Subject matter of none
My mind is blank
No thoughts, not even one
Emptiness, zip, zero
Zilch, nada, nil
A dictionary packed cover to cover
And such a void to fill
Hands on the clock
Seemingly in slow motion
My lyrical wheels refusing to turn
Must push to start a commotion
Make a noise somehow
To stir the slumber it keeps
For a blank page awaits
A poem that sleeps
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