Muse of Light

Dare shame the lovely muse’s hand, I stand lost on dusty foreign roads. Weaken and salvaged rendered soul, prickly needles and concrete thought loads. In the buzzing silent night, I hear thoughts, the only sort of music with my care-weary ear. I am drawn in devoid meaning. Crippled like a small child in weaning. Magnified in my painful faults Mind games and word plays assaults, I dwell in the bleakest hours. Repelled from your light power in this silent hour. Listening to the buzzing silence, please save me and soothe this silent pain.