Matthew Moser

Muses Lost - Poem by Matthew Moser

The muse has gone,
Ever from my sight,
In my years of loss,
I thought I would grasp,
What it is not to have,
I thought that I would awaken and realize
Life is pain,
And yet I seek my muse just the same,
The muse that escaped me time and time again,
Slipping though my fingers as if a grains of sand,
Always taking, leading, and then letting go of my hand.
Leaving me stranded where I had once began,
Nothing to show for my years wasted in her pursuit,
Thus left me, has my youth,
Wasted and squandered in my muses name,
When I all I had to realize,
Muses and poets are the same.

Comments about Muses Lost by Matthew Moser

  • Bronze Star - 2,222 Points Adeline Foster (6/18/2015 6:43:00 PM)

    Shades of The Raven indeed by Poe. Very interesting. Read mine – Night Creeps -
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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