Blank Space

A cloud without its sky.
A bridge with no support.
Words that can’t be filled in—
Often left with blank spaces.

Stars that have lost their twilight glow...
The flash that once helped me plunge forward.

Going on hiatus.
Slumber—
That never seems adequate.

Ink that blends into the page, doesnt bend
Like I’ve got in touch with nothing.

What is a writer without their hard-hitting words?
What is a pen without the dye to write,
Or a page without its clear, straight lines?