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As the title says "Blank".

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Blank. Blank. Blank it searches, but it is blind. It calls, but it is mute. It listens, but it is deaf. It dreams of the light, but it has seen none. It sings a muted melody wondering if a song from a flightless bird can still be heard from the darkness. It listens to the endless silence waiting for the song of its' love. All it could have been lost with its sight. All it wanted taken with its voice. All it should have done gone with its' hearing. Surrounded by darkness it goes mad, frustrated like a babe with no way to release its' anger. Like a broken record, it continuously walks into insanity searching, calling, and listening. Waiting, needing, and wanting one moment of its' life to be real. For it to be more than a fleeting memory. Wishing, hoping, and dreaming it could hold on to what it lost, to hold what it never had. To touch what it could never see. To embrace what it could never describe. To love what its forbidden hear. Blank. Blank. Blank it searches, but has shut its eyes. It calls, but has closed its mouth. It listens, but it has covered its ears.

Author's Note

This was a way I wanted to illustrate how we most frequently are the reason behind why we are in tough situations in our lives. This was written when I was in high school and was dealing with dark things in my life.