Blank Notebook

Late at night,
while the world should be sleeping �"
sitting in the middle of the rug,
staring intently at the blank notebook �"
surrounded by vast multitudes of
books and tea cups,
bottles of whiskey, vodka, rum
and prescription meds.
All stacked, stacked together
like the stone walls of some ancient fortress �"
protecting me from bothersome interruptions
of phones...of televisions...of people who disbelieve.
As my buzzed and addled brain
attempts to place every feeling and thought and idea
into conceptualized words �"
it struggles to turn the images of
vampire cats and voodoo witches and fallen revenants
into words.
But come dawn, all I have
is a numb hangover
and a... (sad to say it)...a blank notebook.

Reviews

[Nishant Gupta]

nice one, read mine too " QUEST OF LIFE".

[Chiara]

Good piece of writing. It captures the feeling I often get of wanting to write but not being able to get those words down on the page.