Staring at me...taunting, laughing,
Jeering in it's stark nothingness.
Daring me to conquer is whitely leering face,
To tread my ink stained thought steps, through its vacant desert.
To disturb the featureless sands of emptiness
With trails of significance and meaning where none exist.
It is for you I write...for me...for everyone and no one.
To fill the empty spaces of life with something...anything
That may or may not ever matter except to the blank page,
Who sacrifices its sterile environment freely,
Without judgment, without comment,
Without fear, joy, critique, or retribution.
It expresses nothing so that I can express everything...
Or nothing if I prefer.
Keeping its silent vigil
patiently,
willingly,
eternally.
Waiting for something...for someone...
For me,
To scar its countenance with the ravings of forever.
~ Alan W. Goodson ©1999