My Misplaced Inspiration

The wordless paper in front of me is very haunting.

Without inspiration it is very daunting.

Emptiness is what fills my mind.

My muse is something that I am unable to find.

I call out to her but she is silent.

Why has she forsaken me? Can anyone tell me where she went?

I search through my mind trying find something to write.

I had plenty of ideas the other night.

But I didn’t write them down and now I suffer.

Every wordless moment is getting rougher and rougher.

I close my eyes and say, “Come to me originality.

Let me find words to flow for everyone to see.”

But to my dismay, I am still alone.

My inspiration is still lost and gone.

My nerves are shattered, my thoughts are in a wreck.

I plead, “Please come to me now! I will try any subject!”

But now I realize that my inspiration is still here.

The wordless paper is what brought me to this tier.

True to my craft, my muse stayed by my side.

And as usual, my misplaced inspiration took me for a ride.