My Muse Hates Me. <br /> <br />I look... <br />In this blank screen, <br />I can see her. <br />My muse, <br />she is there, <br />looking back at me. <br />Her eyes, <br />her dark, shallow eyes, <br />they taunt me, <br />her tight, pursed lips, <br />they mock me. <br />Her Heart, <br />empty <br />of emotion, <br />devoid <br />of devotion. <br />Doesn't she care <br />about my plight? <br />I try to fight... <br />take flight, <br />to write. <br />In dispair... <br />There are words, <br />but they are stuck <br />in this muck <br />of grey matter <br />called my brain. <br />Wreched creature... <br />You're the one. <br />The one I blame <br />for this <br />lame, <br />twisted <br />game. <br />So, I wait.. <br />for her return <br />feeling... <br />spurned, <br />a little burned, <br />AND <br />not knowing... <br />where to turn? <br />I look... <br />In this blank screen, <br />I can see her. <br />My muse, <br />she is there, <br />looking back at me. <br /> <br />©2008 Dawn Slanker<br /><br />Dawn Slanker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-muse-hates-me-free-form/
