Inspiration
Doesn’t come,
Doesn’t last long enough
Doesn’t do her job.

Those muses
So long ago, still visit
Or should
But don’t

They laugh in beautiful sounds
like singing from a choir
You can’t write
they say, you know nothing.

Of life
Of love
Of desire
Of ecstasy

But we know
We are blocked,
but we still reign over this
plane of our words

here we find comfort
we find life and existence
we don’t need their control
Be the Inspiration