A blank page,
Stares and waits,
Something to be written in it.
I too search the words,
In my blank mind.
And hope seeing them in paper.
Would make some sense.

The mind has been muddled,
Poisoned and damaged.
I can`t now think,
What really I think.
I can easily quote what
You and other thousands of people say.
But not once,
Have I been able to say
What I feel.


A wordless state of mind,
A thoughtless state of heart.
And emotionless state of soul