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Category:
Poetry
21st century poetry at it's finest.
Excerpt
Attack of the Muse
Many nights I’ve called you forth,
Burning ink upon your shrine.
In the dark I sit distraught,
For a spark I chant and pine.
Disappointed I have wept,
Waiting for a verbal seed.
But mostly I remain frustrated,
Wailing till my tonsils bleed.
Subjugated by a Muse,
Who holds me in her grip.
Before too long, I’ll blow a fuse,
Whilst biting off a lip.
Over ridden by this thought,
From which there is no cure.
I’m Grinding molars into salt,
Until my gums are raw.
At last I hear her in my ear,
And feel her push upon my pen.
After which I start to tingle,
Inspiration’s here again!
A junkie poet I admit,
Only words can soothe this pain.
When at last I hear your song,
It’s like I’m piping crack-cocaine.
The Rhyme’s complete, she has fled,
Drained I am and wired.
Return to me my sweetest Muse,
I long to be inspired
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