An Irritable Muse
What does one do with an irritable muse?
One that nags throughout the night and day.
Listen to her feelings, accept her abuse?
I follow her blind, I'm led by her sway.
She shows me the light and the subtle hues,
alive with the joy of black, white and gray.
I know; to learn a love is in my fate,
the one I marry will be the one I hate.
Copyright © Brian Lauer | Year Posted 2006
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