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
Shame on The Universe 
What do you think?