Muse, Where are You?
All I want to do is write.
But the words are just not there.
It is not far.
I sit and meditate.
Still, my muse refuses
To make it clear.
Where did my muse go?
I do not know.
I will have to wait and see
If my muse returns to me.
I know my muse must be near.
Mediation doesn’t work
So I sit and stare at a blank screen.
My muse is being mean.
My muse cannot be seen.
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I think your muse is there with you, would you mind asking it if it has seen mine please. Thanks 😀
Very true! 😊
Relatable!!!! It’s like you wrote my heart out 😄😄. Very well penned ❤️
Some days we can find our muse and other days we can’t.
I would say your muse was there while you wrote this piece; maybe your muse has a sense of humour. 😀
I thik so. It comes and goes when it feels like it. Mostly, it likes to appear in the middle of the night.