I stare at the blank page with fear,
Knowing my words will not appear.
My soul lets loose a mournful plea-
Dear muses, have mercy on me!

What will it take to fill this page?
Which writing god did I enrage?
Why would they force my words to flee?
Dear muses, have mercy on me!

I’m haunted by the ghostly white
That’s begging me to come and write,
But there’s no sign of A B C-
Dear muses, have mercy on me!

Maybe it’s time to step away
And find a new way to convey
My need for creativity-
Dear muses, have mercy on me!

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