Days Unmarked

My calendar stares, blank pages in fright,

a stark white expanse, void of plans or light.

Days stretch before me, a canvas undone,

the future feels heavy, and yet, never begun.

Each flip of the page brings a tug of my mind,

what happened to purpose, to dreams left behind?

Here I sit wondering, lost in this trance,

with nothing to grasp, no map for my chance.