Misery Is My Muse   Leave a comment

Misery Is My Muse

Misery, she is my muse
For she is what will start the fuse,
A spark to make creativity ignite
And bring all of my thoughts to light.

Ideas now frolic, leaping, bounding;
Lovely melodies resounding.
Flowing forward, more and more,
Forming into a perfect score.

Then, at once, a sudden crash;
My muse’s departure is like a lash.
Scattering brilliance; once alive.
Leaving nothing to survive.

Now, I am left here to wonder.
Depressingly I’ll sit and ponder
The moment my muse again will embrace
and welcome me into her space.

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 06/18/2014 by Shaman in Poetry

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