I write,
But not tonight.
I cannot find the words.
Thoughts and feelings fluctuate.
They ebb and flow, then intertwine,
But won’t converge into one sense-filled line.
Reluctantly, I rise from chair, blank screen still there.
My muse is playing hard to find.
I write,
But not tonight.
POETRY BY AHYOKA 
“Reluctantly, I rise from chair, blank screen still there. My muse is playing hard to find.”
I really enjoyed this poem, especially the quoted lines. Thank you!!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. Frankly, I’ve been feeling this frustration the whole past week.
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Dear me, this is phenomenal!
The concept, the struggle that you’ve portrayed and the way it is all exposed in a composition itself is just wonderful.
Loved it!💜
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Thank you. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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Love it! Been there – done that!
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