The lines contrast starkly
Against the prestinely white
Paper medium of this art
Blank and screaming
Pleading to bring to light
These feelings all trapped in
As I try I often find that I
Simply live an unremarkable life
That is missing any type of spark
No real sorrow or strife
Or complicated views on why
Less glamourous struggles
Most times I write
It is borne less from my eyes
It's me pretending at the poetic angst within