Today I'll write a masterpiece,
But I simply don't know where to start,
Today I'll write a masterpiece,
I'm trying to with all my heart,
Yet all the words that come to my mind are wrapped in a sad silence,
I want to write something, anything,
I want to feel something, anything,
But it's like I'm a void, of broken pieces of injured emotions,
Now in my mind, there's a drought of feelings, where there used to be oceans,
Now I'm fragile, like glass,
I don't know my way with words anymore,
So I just sit here, with the pencil poised above the paper,
With my heart sunk in the emptiness that is me,
I couldn't write a masterpiece after all, the sheet remains empty,
Just like the canvas of my soul,
Didn't you see how hard I tried,
Yet absolutely nothing came out,
So shall it be, the canvas will remain forever blank,
If expression of my feelings is what poetry is about......

(see the image above for a better understanding of the poem)