What To Do, Without A Muse Poem by Leria Hawkins

What To Do, Without A Muse
Date: December 28,2012

My muse is gone, sweet sorrow
Passed beyond my door
No song, no verse to borrow
I hear the songs no more

My heart is sad, is lonely
I've searched the coal black skies
But only found sweet solace
When standing in the light

My muse is gone, departed
The whispers have all stilled
My passion has betrayed me
With angst my heart is filled

The flavors born of parting
Are strong but bittersweet
I hunger for the rapture
That's flown beyond my reach

My muse is gone, has left me
I'm now an empty shell
Lost, but for the burning
Of flames that sear me still

I'm waiting for the coming
A kiss upon the breeze
To blow away my sorrow
And return my muse to me

My muse is gone, is fallen
Like dust upon my tongue
I'm gagging on the relics
Of lies that burn my lungs

No promise in the whispers
Just a cold, a calloused ruse
That's tied my heart in tangles
My mind is warped, confused

But words keep spilling from me
In useless muffled verse
My muse left me forsaken
I'm snared inside this curse

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