Why Write Here?


This page is blank, this page is white,
This page is a slot between occupied pages.
It is free it is open,
Beckoning the hand to move the pen and create,
Why write, why not draw, or paint a canvas, a scene of imagination?
Why sit and look upon its lonely bareness
Resting inkless in a book of written thought.
Why not just create a keepsake,
A momento, a diary for generations to come!
But look, my writing has filled the void,
It is no longer useless nor blank,
Wasted away to preach what I have just accomplished.




By Ryan Thomas