She lay sprawled on the bed,
Papers strewn around-
Pen held poised;
Waiting for Inspiration to strike…
Her eyes wandered lazily,
Seeking her errant Muse;
Vacantly she gazed
Out the window,
The railway tracks mocked at her…
Words flirted shamelessly,
Like fickle lovers;
Now here, next nowhere-
They slipped her clutches;
As she gave chase…
Language laughed aloud in scorn,
As she scraped the-
Bottom of creativity;
For a stray morsel…
Thoughts were empty,
Emotions ran dry,
Life glided by-
Without ripples;
Nothing shook her placid stupor…
She closed her eyes-
In mute surrender;
And slipped into-
A wordless slumber…
