My Muse Poem by Maureen Alikor
My Muse
as I lay still
back to the ground
eyes to the ceiling
I see a blank sight
but with high hopes
I see a vacuum
that shall soon be filled
a hunger
that shall soon be fed
Staring faces
in search of love
hungry looks
that seek succor
with my love bag
in surplus to give
willing to give the needy
I stare not into empty space
I foresee a tomorrow
filled with teens of bliss
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