Empty Canvas Dan.C. I have an empty canvas Whose artistic idea displays No colorful expression of love, Nor any pending promise for contempt, But a bland and helpless void of emotion and Thought in all space and time. My canvas isnt filled with The image of hope or fulfillment, My canvas lacks the blues and blacks Of darkness and despair. No pen, nor brush has touched the board No line has blessed the canvas with its presence. Upon the brink of the will to color, My wish has been stolen away from me. And now I have no dream to fulfill Upon the thirsty blank canvas All the images have gone astray, All of which I would have loved to entertain; The possibility of becoming real In this dark, deep world Of nothingness. How can one be Trapped in a place where there is Nothing, nothing to entrap them there, at all?
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