Damn you, blank page, What are you thinking?
No words appear, cursor silently blinking.
No idea explosions, no inspirations rock me
Pristinely, emptily, blankly – you mock me.
Where are you, muse? Hiding again?
I thought we were buddies, I judged you a friend.
You leave me here struggling, digging so deep
That I pack it all in and try for some sleep.
Deep in the night, an idea – inspiration!
I fire up the laptop, forget trepidation.
The words will come spilling, tumbling out
I’ll finish this work, a Masterpiece, no doubt!
Wait. Stop, Idea. Where are you going?
Muse, get back here – There’s no brilliance showing.
My elation’s short-lived, my confidence sinking
There on the blank page, a lone cursor blinking.
Damn you blank page.
What was I thinking?