One of Those Nights

Warm summer night
Sweat on my forehead
Cold drink at hand
Staring on a blank sheet
Scouring for words

Digging deeper
The more I get lost
My muse must have slept
Inspiration out of sight
Not a line coming out

What if I just sleep?
And turn off this notepad
Maybe in the morning
Ideas will flood
And my muse awaken

Now I am sure
Just click shut down
And then the screen
Will flicker
Until it turn black….