Muse Erupts
Haunting dreams awake me;
I must analyze them;
Awake, up and penning;
Muse erupts through my hand.
I’m writing so swiftly;
I misspell; skip letters;
To ignore, betrays
And she will not hush.
“It’s time that we slept!”
I say, she replies back,
“No! Not now; just write!”
My bloodshot eyes
Following ink;
Skip a letter;
No going back.
Her lava
Spews on page
After page.
Brutal
Slaver;
Muse.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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