Blank Page

This blank page in front of me,
the words I cannot see.
They always seem to be in my mind,
but on this blank page, I cannot find it.

Bits and pieces flow in and out,
come in whispers, others in shouts.
Imagine how my dialogue does flow,
the words come freely, or they do not show.

A message of love and loss,
words slowly come across.
All about family and friendship,
about all kinds of relationships.

Life has always been hard for me,
I write from the heart you can see.
Sometimes I find my life is not too bad;
however, most of my poems seem sad.

Many expressions of love,
I found it in every little corner.
There is always a story to tell,
either lifted or when we fell.

The enjoyable things to write about,
I cannot seem to get them out.
Stumbling over all my words as I type,
it always seems the same, nothing but hype.

Silly words fill this blank page,
like sifting as I forage.
I am looking through my minds filings,
words arranging, massing, and piling.

Tomorrow will be a new day;
gather my thoughts so they will stay.
Soon I will revise the old,
so they do not sound cold.

To a new blank page, I go.
This time I will take it slow.
I will let my mind work;
when done, I will smile and smirk.

Another great poem I have written;
my words will leave someone smitten.
Life is a challenge through bliss and sorrow.
Will my latest poem be happy or sad?

When I finish and am through,
I will post it for review.
No longer is my mind feeling caged,
I will soon fill up my next blank page.