My muse is silent
Inspiration gone
Yet, the urge to write
Burns in my soul
I listen for a voice
To whisper in my ear
To nudge me along
To guide my way
And hear...silence
Still, the urge is there
To put pen to paper
To string together words
To give my thoughts voice
But, to say what?
Words without meaning?
Thoughts without direction?
So I listen for my muse
And the silence is deafening