If The Muse Bolts from Me, I'll Love Her More

If the Muse bolts from me, I'll love her more
     still and pen heartfelt songs of forlorn rhymes;
     yet, I'll still wilt within internal climes
of gloom from her forsaking me before 

I empty her spirit, for I've sometimes
     gone to cruel lengths to dash her gentle heart.
     So, having erred, the consequence for art,
and ingenious meters, thus makes betimes

my Muse's faithfulness to then depart
     (from me). To shortly beg her forgiveness,
     I take my medication, lower my stress: 
renew my efforts to make a fresh start.

For my patient Muse, a Pierian empress,
inspires my dark, bipolar mind's fitness!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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