a blank page

i stare at the blank page
staring blankly at me
with its dead white eyes

swirls ‘n swings of blank rise 
up and devour my thoughts
like little insignificant ants

stop staring at me, you
monster for i know not
how to tell my stories

hm is that so… really
okay there is more to it
i fear they’ll laugh at me

it is not that bad if
you make them laugh
maybe i don’t have stories

just so you know
this is a story too