Confused Muse

Long into the night,

I just sit and stare.

I want to write

But my muse does not care.

I stare at the blank screen

Wondering why my muse,

Decided to be so mean

My muse, I have not seen.

A night writer, I used to be.

But, my muse decided it

Like day light.

I no longer write at night.

But sleep never came.

So, I called to my muse

But she refused.

This is bad news.

My poor muse is so confused.

Day or night

This should not be a fight.

All I want to do is write.

But my muse does not know what to think of me.

It went away because I wanted to write night and day.

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