Meaning

Pages staring blankly at me

from 'neath my ink, crying

to bear meaning.

Such pain, indescribable

 pain, the want of meaning,

unfulfilled, tearing and shredding, making

gateways

where there were none,

allowing the meaning to spill

over onto blank pages, devoured

as by quicksand, gone, lost

'til illumination renders light impotent, and purpose

is regarded as knowledge, and lack

of that which the tears fall for

is split, from whence shall rise

the silver souls of the immobile to relieve us of our purpose.

We cry for meaning.

Author's Note

Make what you will of this piece. To me, it is the literary expression of writer's block, which is the source of this piece.

Reviews

[Peacegal]

I really like your play with words in this expression, very beautiful.

[A Modern Hippy]

Thanks. When I wrote it it was just a stream of consciousness, just one large paragraph. I've separated it here so that it's easier to read. Like my note states, I wrote this when I could't get any writing out. Bit of a cheat really, but it got the words flowing again. >D :3