The white canvas

This poem has no meaning
simply words on a white canvas
or a black canvas
for people pulling the race

this torturous canvas
mocking
sniggering
and then acting all innocent

someday great words shall be written on it
or scratched constantly on it
due to the defiant pen
clogging up its ink
trying to make a message sink

perhaps someone is hiding
fearing this white
nothingness
staring into the abyss,
whilst a drop of sweat
silently slips down
onto it

No action is required
to make the master piece is desired
yet
it plays with the mind
sewing doubt
as to whether the words will
come out

of all the foes
no writer knows
that their enemy
is
the white canvas