My pen poised above the page,
I feel the need to write.
But my thoughts and feelings I cannot fathom
And find words that feel right.

I'll ask you to imagine,
The words not written here.
Look for them between the lines I draw,
In the spaces ever bare.

You may find this ironic,
As your eyes gently roam.
While they examine each and every word,
Of this unwritten poem.