My Muse Poem by Marc Robinson
My Muse
Pain and suffering is my muse.
Not a beautiful women
To fill my desires to create work.
But loneliness and hopeful thoughts of togetherness.
Sad feelings filling my inspiration.
My muse isn’t beauty,
But my own inner ugliness.
Unlike so many who eat of the beauty of others
I feed off the despair and anguish of my soul.
Pain and suffering is my muse.
And my life is my reference to it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 11:43:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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