Poetry

Wordless (#703)

Not a word comes to mind,
Not even one I can find,
Sparse and blank,
No deposits in the bank,
A clean slate,
An empty plate,
I can’t grab what’s not there,
I can’t pluck it out from thin air,
Nor are they hidden in plain sight,
This turns my knuckles white!
Oh, how those damn words taunt,
Words. That’s all I want!

Any Thoughts?

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