Wednesday, August 25, 2010

sometimes i have days when i don't want to write poetry

a day without poetry
like months without rain
it's deadness and blankness
it's life without pain
it's love without feeling
it's calm in the the storm
my muse won't come out...

and i miss her.

i search through my insides
for something that's sad
to get my muse crying
or make her real mad
but right now there's nothing
no sadness or spite
my muse won't come out...

and i miss her.

i should be more thankful -
the trials that make
my muse get all huffy
are real hard to take
but sitting in silence
is difficult too
my muse won't come out...

and i miss her.

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