Uninspired,
I slump in my chair;
the blank screen,
a mirror of my mind.
My muse sulks
somewhere in a corner
of another city... no,
another galaxy;
try as I might,
I cannot summon her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeh being inspired to write is so much easier than trying to write inspired. I know the feeling my friend.