"Blank"

Let’s write on these blank walls

Let’s put color on these blank walls

I’m tired of these blank walls

 

Let’s fill this place with life

For now, it’s dead and desolate

For now, the walls are blank

For now, the room is blank

For now, this place is blank

 

Fill it words, color, and life

This blank place I cannot handle

This blank place will surely cause me to go

 

I’m insane so they say

I’m insane because I gave this place color, words, and life

I’m insane because I prefer my head than reality

 

Fill this place with words, color, and life

Watch it become the place you call home

Now this place is no longer blank, the walls are not blank, the room is not blank

I am not blank

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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