Blank Paper and Empty Pen

by reginadee2014


Blank Paper and Empty Pen

Regina Puckett

There are no poems inside of me today

I’ve completely run out of things to say

All I can do is sit here in my writer’s chair and reflect

And try to figure out why the universe refuses to connect

Maybe the words are playing a game of hide and seek

It’s possible they believe my poems aren’t that unique

But what if they’ve run away to never return again

And I’m left holding this blank paper and empty pen