In the silence all I hear
is the steady hum of an
unnecessary air conditioner
in the middle of our coldest
winter yet.
And the steady but melodic
click clack of a keyboard
as my laptop gently rises
and falls with the pressure
of each key and the breathing
of me.
I guess that really isn't silence,
after all, but it should be
when you are used to people
fighting in the background
or music blaring with
lost hope.
And I read what so many others
write, commenting to the best
of my ability, only something
keeps getting in
my way.
Why can't I be as great as them
and where did all of my inspiration
run off to this time. Am I all alone
or is it coming back
someday?
So in this stillness that is not
so still and the silence that
is actually quite noisy
for some
I am searching for my muse
wondering where she could
have gone.
If you see her walking down
the street or passing through
your dreams would it be too
much of me to ask you
to send her back
my way?
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