Help

In the face of a blank page I take a bite of an apple
but nothing comes,
Anyway, I thank it for giving its life for mine,
chew and swallow, faster and faster,
desperate to be full,
I hardly have time to breathe.
The experience comes and goes before I know it.
The fruit of knowledge is wasted on me
because I was so over ravenous,
I consumed the words before they could be formed
the page now only shows what could have been
but got devoured in transit.
I am trying to catch back my breath.