Perception : part 1

Empty Cries

I look out, the sky is blank,

I close my eyes, the picture is blank,

I pick up the brush, the canvas stays blank,

I pick up my pen, my page remains blank,

I sit and think, and the brain goes blank,

I try to rest, I try to rise,

But all I hear are the empty cries.

I try, I fail,

I think but its all stale

There I go, its just one of those bits

Where you just have to sleep over it

 I try to rest I try to rise,

But all I hear are the empty cries.

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___just me___