They tell me, you are great poet
I shirk from their glow, writer's block proceeds
They tell me I cannot write
I laugh at their opinions, I crank out a masterpiece.
The others seem to bade in the shining light of praise
Some want it need it sell themselves to get it.
Although she is only in my mind
Her siren song has power
She simmers in the background
Only to be seen in glimpse
Knowing seeing her face would destroy her image
Her light blinds taking away my clarity
Her shimmer distracts my words
In the name of good
she strips away the dark that has allowed me to write
The words that filled my mentality all fighting to come out
Stretch tensely out of my reach
Her voice is sometimes my Achilles' heel
Something if revealed can kill me.
Then it turns in to my kryptonite
Something I can fight against.
But her voice slips back into my minds
Not long after my victorious fights
She came with a name
I have long tried to forget
She sings it every time she reappears
With every defeat
The name sweet and sour
Whisper softly on the outside of my dreams
