I need a new muse. Any volunteers?
My muse is leaving
As you know
And now my stream
My stream of words
Is all dried up
I watched as the last of it
Flowed into the ground
And left just the bank
Dry and cracked
With not a single word left
I have no inspiration
Nothing left to use
I thought I'd be okay without it
But I'm not
My mind is blank
I'm in a daze
Someone help me please
I can't be stuck like this
I have things to do
People to see
Tests to ace
I don't have time to wallow
In self pity
But my words are hollow
My anchor snapped
I've fallen down that hole
And the only thing holding me here
Is gone.
-V
A
YOU ARE READING
When You Read it, You'll know me
PoetryJust words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.
