Stared back at the keyboard staring at me.
Ready to be typed away,
My thoughts suddenly abandon me.
The screen and me are looking at each other.
It has been a while now.
Wait, anything worth writing?
No. None.
Blank.
Vacuum.
Empty.
Strangely sometimes,
we get so alone,
when the thoughts,
our very own thoughts,
leave us alone,
worrying,
but still calmness prevails.
The keyboard decides to point out to me,
It is not your day may be.
Come tomorrow.
Go.
But then I forced myself,
to type,
type away,
After all,
I could not be at peace,
without writing,
without expressing,
just staring at the keyboard.
So I typed,
typed my heart away,
typed the blankness,
the emptiness
and the vacuum too,
and then I stopped to look,
Yes,
a poem,
which makes no sense,
but then explains,
defines,
makes clear,
that it is me after all,
giving expression,
to my silence.
