My page seemed to be blank
I looked at the emptiness and my heart rate sank
I felt the unfilled lines creep off the page
coated with a fearsome rage

Refined with the rejection of my pen,
Enough to end the lives of a thousand men
The lines danced around my throat
Tempted me to start what I never wrote

It started,
“There once was girl, faint-hearted was she,
For her first love was forced to flee
And now dreadfully parted
Her heart beat ached and flickered
For their love and lust still lingered…”

I sat and stared at the twisted sentences
And reread these words of emphasis
The lines sorrow set flight
Allowed my pulse to sleep that night    

- E. A. F