Killing The Muse - Poem
- Greg Luti
- Jul 15
- 4 min read
In this poem, Greg Luti explores the heavy toll of writing and the moment when inspiration suddenly disappears, leaving a writer facing an unfamiliar creative block.
I sat at my desk alone in my room, wishing to forge another story out of thin air.
But this time, I was done with the emotional toll the words had taken on my mind.
I was at my limits with the words….
I don’t know how many more I have in me.
For a moment, one I don’t recognize, I can’t create an idea.
I was not frustrated by it at all, but more confused.
Idea creation is one of my specialties’
I never had this problem before.
I tried to recall a few possible ideas I had in the past week that I never got to, but nothing came.
Even the old ideas are gone from my mind.
Did I clean out my brain at one point during the week?
When did my mind get a reset?
