Midnight Write

Muse where are you come rescue me From the abyss of my boring poetry I wish to float and flow endlessly To bring a new perspective to bravely lead I try to grow but I’m stuck in rhyme zone My skills are limited and my words not long I prefer simple as I am simple like a song Who’s melody you’d know and never get wrong So if I take a step will you help In my brain is a button blue Push it and activate the truth Imagine yourself floating everywhere Not a care for forms or rules just be True to your own dreams and desires Be selfish in the moment of inspiration Nothing is wrong it’s all a song Sing it whisper or just flow Muse I’m confused when do I begin To write my life’s happy ending Without pretending to need format Free to be me yet needing that connection Of humanity and sanity perhaps vanity Will paint me as flawed paused by God Perhaps I grow too slow and my limits I know are like prose but with color I do know you have to be bold Encourage yourself in the Lord But I have questions a lot of questions Wtf about many things Why do babies get cancer Do You allow miscarriages or is that satin Why are so many perverts praying on the innocent Why is USA so rich yet so poor Who are Your people No really give me a sign So I know who to avoid Don’t give up on us though dear Lord My muse must be an angel For she leaves me like a fish Out of water yet forces me To learn to breathe and become a new thing This one should be in the poem cemetery But I will post for my growth and hope