eyes aflame with spoiled sleep
no ink shed this night
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eyes aflame with spoiled sleep
no ink shed this night
eyes aflame with spoiled sleep
no ink shed this night
oyeah…
This is so good, Rob. The imagery and feels are so clear. Also, I think many of us have been there at some point.
Thank you very much Magaly…
Yes, been there too many times. 
Great senyru, Rob. Having just read my way through the entries, I’m quite ready to put bones to rest!!
Thank you Bev…
…time to leave thems bones alones… 
This surely affects most of us until our muse wakes up and nudges us saying “Look, I have an idea”.
And sometimes OE our damned muse just doesn’t want to cooperative…
…but sometimes they are abundantly supportive and offer great catalyst to get us started. I love interacting with writers who truly understand the real meaning of a muse, the struggle they can be, and the less than occasional blessing, I love writing! 
A senryu I relate to, Rob. My skull is spilling only headaches at the moment and very little ink.
Beautifully worded! (In despite of what it says.)
I relate.
… We’ve all been there!
I like this.
Yes, all of us writers can relate!
Yes RW, way too familiar — and frustrating.
We can all relate to this one, Rob!
Too true Sara…