My Wandering Muse
She vanished into the dark of night,
no hint or clue of her impending flight.
When I awoke to find her gone,
not a single trace of her lingered on.
I was in shock, and knew not what
to do or say, my windows shut.
The light of day had faded to
a deep depression and darkness grew.
Each day I prayed in panicked fear
that she would never reappear...
the hope that she had brought to me
had disappeared when she did flee.
My heart was locked in deep despair,
in a broken state, beyond repair,
yearning for my life to cease,
that in the grave, I may find Peace.
Empty days grew into weeks,
tears flowed in torrents down my cheeks.
I mourned her death, now all too real
with no more outlet to what I feel.
I could not speak a single word,
I could not fly, like a wounded bird.
Her absence left a gaping hole
and pierced me to my very soul.
Abandonment is much to bare...
I searched and searched but she was not there.
And then one day she did return
and how, with joy, my heart did burn.
The words that once, from this fountain flowed
gushed from my quill and my heart then glowed,
and with open arms, I forgot her ruse
for she had returned, my wandering Muse!
Marsha Sue Pitman’s Registered & Protected Poetry
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- Registered:2012-04-09 16:57:39 UTC
- Title:My Wandering Muse
- Description:A poem about my Muse leaving me and returning, and the despair of "writer's block"