Drawing. A. Blank.



Fictitious ticking time bomb

Threatens to explode

As words fill an empty hole


And I’m sitting in a corner

As you await my reaction

But I am hunched over,

and my spine is curled

with no retraction


Every step closer

a resounding BOOM!

And it rattles in my ears and shakes my hands

But not a tear –


You peer over my shoulder to find

A white sheet of paper

and a pencil pacing

in this quivering hand of mine


“Draw!” you demand.


I take a new sheet of paper,

draw a rectangle in the middle

and hand it to you.


“What’s this?” you retort.


“Why I’m afraid I’ve drawn a blank.”


© 2018 Mena B.

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