Naked

I see the words of others 

Cavorting across the page 

Taunting me ceaselessly 

Dancing with careless ease 

As I stare wordlessly 

At the blaring untainted white 

“Fill me,” the page screams 

“Make love to me with your words 

Splash your creativity and prose 

Across the expanse of my nothingness 

Give me reason, give me purpose 

Change my meaningless existence”

Some days 

They come 

Flowing freely 

Not today 

Today 

The page 

Just grows deeper 

Devouring thoughts 

Today 

The links 

Are broken 

And scattered 

Today 

The page 

Remains 

Naked 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

April 1, 2022