Facing Another Page Poem by Bryan Taplits

I see a tome, it beckons me
It leers, it mocks, it sighs
A scaffold of scoffed certitude-
From it I try to hide.
No matter how I revile it
No matter how much I'm torn
She follows me and shadows me-
With her niggling, prickling form.
And so I slowly take up pen
And give some blank pages a peek
Their whiteness they near blind me-
'Discernment' is what they seek.
And should they become fulfilled- betimes-
Depending on my scribbled wit,
I still have to sweat and will need think some more
Till-weary-they appear much more swift.
Always I search for that turn of phrase-
For those memes neither tattered nor stored,
And once I discover and pen that elusive phrase-
I'm a hero--and again newly reborn!