Dawn Slanker

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,
of emotion,
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
So, I wait..
for her return
a little burned,
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

Comments about My Muse Hates Me (Free Form) by Dawn Slanker

  • (8/25/2008 1:47:00 PM)

    I just came from reading 'My Undecided Muse' this one is like your angry at her because she's busy writing 'My Undecide Muse'. (You might have to read the other comment to understand.) (Report) Reply

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  • (6/13/2008 3:21:00 PM)

    a muse
    in which you are bound by
    truly a charmer
    be careful don't fall prey

    such a nice poem
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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 11, 2008

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