A writer never sleeps at night:
his dreams are all revisions –
when dark descends he’s lost within
a hopeless indecision.
In love or rage the empty page
remains a voiceless vision –
The words won’t come until he’s sprung
from inspiration’s prison!
Frustrated sage, the pen is raised…
but nothing is forthcoming;
the ink he spills refuses still
to transcend his shortcomings.
A prayer is tossed, but still he’s lost
and soon the sun will rise –
He tries again, then drops his pen,
and finally shuts his eyes!
In full stagnation, his imagination
has given up the quest –
He soon resigns to fate’s design
and lays down for a rest.
In spent repose, with both eyes closed
the taunting muse descends,
And whispers clear within his ear
“Get up! Begin again!”
And so it goes, the author knows:
it never gets much lighter!
The battle waged to fill a page
consumes most every writer.