Blank

It’s funny how
such a thing
could feel mocking.
It delivers its killing blow.
It chuckles
in the face
of your frustration.
And all it needs to do
is sit there
staring up at you,
knowing
you have nothing of consequence
to put down,
to bleed out,
to breathe into existence.
So it continues to stare,
to mock,
to laugh
while you battle muses
for an ounce of creativity.
Just a spark
to ignite your imagination.

Prompt: Blank Sheet of Paper

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