Nothing. That's What

I lay on my bed. 

My phone in my hand,

The blank poem open on powerpoetry.org 

What to write in that blank open space? 

For a want to be an active poet

and get my voice out in this world. 

I could write a haiku 

Or about that apple tree in the yard. 

Maybe even a limerick if I knew how. 

But what do I think looking at that blank space? 

Nothing. 

That's what.