BLANK

In detention, contemplating life's values
staring at a blank piece of paper
revealing nothing of my life. I am not
clean, I am not white, but still nothing.

Events in life, whirling
through my mind, nothing
worth writing about,
they don't care. After all,
I got a D+ on my last paper.
Who am I to be writing?

I obviously don't know what
I'm doing, can't identify it on
a take home test. But still,
I sit ...

Trying to open some closed
closet of the past, something that
will bring me ahead of the rest.
Something that will exemplify my
below average skills. Something
to fill this page.

by Brendan M., Gilmanton, NH