The muse has gone, <br />Ever from my sight, <br />In my years of loss, <br />I thought I would grasp, <br />What it is not to have, <br />I thought that I would awaken and realize <br />Life is pain, <br />And yet I seek my muse just the same, <br />The muse that escaped me time and time again, <br />Slipping though my fingers as if a grains of sand, <br />Always taking, leading, and then letting go of my hand. <br />Leaving me stranded where I had once began, <br />Nothing to show for my years wasted in her pursuit, <br />Thus left me, has my youth, <br />Wasted and squandered in my muses name, <br />When I all I had to realize, <br />Muses and poets are the same.<br /><br />Matthew Moser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/muses-lost/
