.blank.

she handed me an empty picture…

she handed me an empty picture,
said it was my face

she left without another word –
me in my disgrace

it brought no renaissance of habit,
nor of attitude

so now here in the light, my blankness
is more clearly viewed

thus all my empty arrogance
sits out for wide display

an barren canvas, vacant frame,
with nothing real
to say

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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