Everything ended up in a blank.
There was none to bank.
The heart sank.
All issues drew a blank.
Nothing was above rank.
The mind sank.
Most experiences pointed to blank.
They lay above the tank.
The emotions sank.
Part of life was blank.
It exceeded the clank.
The hope sank.
Little cries imposed a blank.
The weeps overwhelmed the crank.
Death sank.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “The Tale Of Blank.”
To be frank…I’ve never liked blank. 🙂 Enjoyed you poem.