Blank

She stares at the blank screen,
A few times, she has been,
Wanting to write something,
Something that has provoked a thought, something worth sharing.
But as often as she craves for ice cream in a day,
Distraction came and pushed the thought away.
Until a day like today - when long forgotten was the thought.
Her eyes shifted to the messy pile of things next to her laptop.
And off her mind goes to the amount of work she needed to get done.
She sighs, and thinks, what a bore she has become.
As always, conversations linger in her head,
And she thought of the responses she should have made.
Like the other day, when someone asked,
"Are you okay?", she answered, "Yeah, I'm just tired."
Her face betrays, her dark circles couldn't hide,
The emotional roller-coaster that was her ride.
Then there was this friend,
Who, a year ago, cheered her without end.
She was grateful, nonetheless,
But her sentiments she suppressed.
Her only medium was this place,
She hopes the friendship wasn't just a phase.
So if he happens to stumble upon this,
She wishes him all the joy and bliss...

And as the clock strikes 3 a.m. without her notice,
Her first poem was unintentionally and messily created.