In the corner, sits a smudge
It’s been mocking me
And will not budge
I try to erase it, with no such luck
It lives on my paper
Running a muck
I try to cover it, with illustrations a glow
But it’s there underneath
All the colors in tow
For it lives on my paper, forever a smudge
Bothering me greatly
With its hiss and grudge
I want it go, as it steadies its stare
Silently mocking my words
With nothing more but a glare
On and on, into the night
My smudge remains
And continues it’s blight
Then I realized, why it won’t leave
It’s because my dear friends
The smudge is me
– C.A. Sullivan
The Illuminated Page 