THE UNCERTAIN MUSE
Once
Long ago
She would bring me her
Gifts
Decadence
Fine wine
Fame
And Friends.
Never ending parties
And beautiful words
Magnificent and dressed in
Black, poetry written and
Cloaked in mystery and
In the eternal darkness
Of the night.
And now?
These days
She just brings me
A six pack of beer
On weekends
Sits with me
By my side waiting
Screams at me, nags at me
And tells me to
“Write!”
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R.M. ENGELHARDT 2014
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