The Muse is silent.
I try to push words
From my head
Through the pen
To paper.

I write with no verve;
An obligatory stanza
To meet the commitment.
Like saying the Pledge of Allegiance
At the beginning of the school day.

It serves its purpose,
But does not fulfill its promise.
Empty. Parroting.
Until another day,
When the Muse speaks.