Her Paper

The minutes pass
As the girls stares at her paper.
What to write.
What to draw.
What to say.
It was hers.
She had no ideas.
Her mind was blank and
She didn't know what to do.
The day passed as
That paper lay blank.
It was hers, yet
Nothing showed for it.

Reviews

[Break The Broken]

sounds like writers block! haha this one is very good! i love that the part when you said the paper is hers yet nothing showed for it c:

[Seshat Nidaba]

Sounds like being in the detention room, there was something vividly profound about this ordinary script, though I can't quite put my finger on it! A rather startling effect it does have on the audience.

[nunldon]

Hi Svetlana, I like your poem. It reminds me of a similar one that I did called Humble Pie. About a need to write, even without an idea. You might like.
Fair well, ;D

[Initium]

I like this. Short and sweet, but I can connect so easily. I totally know how it feels to have nothing for so much time spent. Thanks for writing this!