A mute, condemning judge is the blank page
Mocking pride and confidence, wordlessly
Its stark stare causes every youth to age
It takes without the slightest courtesy
What does it promise, without tongue or voice?
Coveted renown and sweet accolades
The smiles of those who read and then rejoice
An end to absurd, pretentious charades
Check its blankness for a map to follow
You'll find an atlas of aspiration
One rule that will any mad thing allow
So long as it exhales inspiration
Action makes heavy liberty weightless
One word makes the silent judge a witness
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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