For the Muse of Uninspiration

Hello! And welcome to my third blog! This is to encourage me to record my stories and poems, when the muse strikes. However, in recognition of the muse that comes to me most often, I start with an old poem of mine:

For The Muse of Uninspiration --
Be cursed, cruel Muse!
Your sisters never
Tormented a supplicant so.
You still abuse -
You hinder ever,
Sentencing us poor souls to woe.
Memory's child
By faithless Zeus,
Your sisters would succor and teach;
But you, reviled,
Have found your use
Removing art from artist's reach.
Faithless eldest,
Man you spurned.
-- The Greeks refused to give you name --
Knowing best
There's none you earned:
Absence, not presence, your domain.
Americans
In our conceit
Forget this silence meant to mock.
Our stilled pens
Will readily greet
And dub thee, dread muse, "Writer's Block".