Recalling My Muses - Part 1 Poem by Rodion Myshkin

I yearn a wishful embrace
From this whistling breeze,
To swoon my failing senses
Into reverie, lest misery prevail.

All faiths have deserted to grace,
With Ideals that change overnight
N hopes that vaporize into gas by daylight.
My words draw blank
It's time I critiqued myself & be frank.

'Melete', of profound thought & insight,
Guide me through this numbness & twilight.
This pen is wicked and disobedient
Finding ways to be expedient.

Past phantoms prompt of my prowess & pride,
Poetry had since flowed to provide
When verses vied & diction decide,
My lines & rhymes have now dried
Into parched patches of plight
Like diseased blight.


'Negative Capability' was my calling card
It ain't close to yours, English Bard,
Yet here, I seek it again humbly
It's a wake-up call to myself, bluntly!