I Am Dry

My muse is standing by the window
With his beck to me
Ignoring all my questions
His eyes filled with “empty”

I have started to think
That my muse has abandoned me
He is not taking me to enchanted lands
No words he has spoken to me not even in gasps

The deadly silence is devastating me
I can’t even hear him breathe
His glossy eyes reflecting seventy two nations grief
Streams of blood drooping from his beliefs

My exhausted muse is stuck
With his wings hanging from his shoulders
He seems to be looking out of the window
Indulging in the memory of soaring the skies

I scream and hear the resonances from the walls
I punch him on his chest sobbing for response
He looks out the window, a tear rolling down his face
I lay down at his feet, awaiting his return

I have started to think
That my muse has abandoned me!


Nov 27, 2015

musefree verse

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