A Writer's Dilemma Poem by Adelina Amare
A Writer's Dilemma
I sit alone at my writing desk with paper and quill,
Yet I have no inspiration, no artist's thrill.
My muse is like the fickle tide,
Unwilling to stand constantly at my side.
I receive pulses of inspiration that fade as soon as they come.
I sigh, knowing I will not finish a piece when the day is done.
I grip my quill tightly and will my muse to stay,
But that only drives it away.
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