I Confused My Muse
My missing muse is experiencing self-imposed blues.
She's probably under some yonder weeping willow tree ....
making friends, again, with my inadequacies.
My cognitive skills often ruffle-stuff her confused.
She knows my regrets that sorry is all I have except waiting ....
praying to grow us both through.
Muse, it's best we jest and laugh.
That's it, that's all I have,
still, please come back.
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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