A Poet's Muse
Scratch the walls
Find depth buried
White to black
It's beautiful
Thoughts coalesce
On the surface
Meaning is found
Buried within
The walls
No matter how tall
That which divides
Is insignificant
A muse has no demographic
It is an idea
That we all have in common
Scratch the walls
And find when they disappear
A poet's muse
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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