I am plain, just ordinary
I am bland with no story
My paint is white on paper
No action, nothing matters
Afraid, I fear inaction
Powerless, no reaction
A prisoner in my mind without thought
Blank paper, transparent paint
Once more I try to write
Pushing forward, with all my might
I make change, and start to write
The paint is invisible, but shines bright
And the colors appear, in the night
The paper starts to form a picture
As I paint feelings on emotion
What I see, everything I do
All I’ve done is portrayed to you
My life was once blank
Without change, I couldn't paint
But now that colors can stain
I wake up with no pain
Looking on without expression
You never understood my depression
But the photographs capture failed emotion
And now the blank can be called an ocean
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P.X. Vexxus (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Blank [August 20, 2015] Describes a person who is able to break out of their "comfort zone" to change themselves for the better.
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Comments5
Great write 🙂
An ocean is quite a powerful change for the better.
Wow this is amazing, nicely done. 🙂
Very good poem
Like this very much
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