My Muse Hates Me (Free Form) Poem by Dawn Slanker

My Muse Hates Me.

I look...
In this blank screen,
I can see her.
My muse,
she is there,
looking back at me.
Her eyes,
her dark, shallow eyes,
they taunt me,
her tight, pursed lips,
they mock me.
Her Heart,
empty
of emotion,
devoid
of devotion.
Doesn't she care
about my plight?
I try to fight...
take flight,
to write.
In dispair...
There are words,
but they are stuck
in this muck
of grey matter
called my brain.
Wreched creature...
You're the one.
The one I blame
for this
lame,
twisted
game.
So, I wait..
for her return
feeling...
spurned,
a little burned,
AND
not knowing...
where to turn?
I look...
In this blank screen,
I can see her.
My muse,
she is there,
looking back at me.

©2008 Dawn Slanker