A blank screen stares back at me

Cursor blinking as I peer into the void

Nothing is sacred nothing is pure

Images of memories clutter my mind

The landscape of my thoughts quickly

Becomes and unbecomes becoming undone 

It is a vast wasteland stretching out before

The timidity of my mind as I seek the words

Right or wrong

To inscribe upon that placid face

Which torments with its unending patience

Eternal in its damnation

Quelling the quill 

Till all I can think

Is sheer white

And I am left

With the resounding silence of the permeation of an echo

My heart’s cry is stilled in silence

In light of the naked screen

Its eye staring as cursor blinks

Coming in and out of existence

I try to hear the words of the muse

But the white gets in the way