The Day My Muse Ran Wild
One day my muse ran wild
Off on a tangent it did fly
Ranting, raving, rambling intense
I had no idea from whence
it came
But there it was flooding
The page
Never have I written such
Ridiculous words never again
Do I want them to flow
I guess even the calmest
Of souls must vent
That muse was tossed out
No one will ever see it
'Twas for my eyes only
That this pen did bleed
Angry harsh words Flung about
Outside the construct of
Intelligent thought
Holding on sometimes to
Small things, it was one of
My many flaws
So after that muse I spewed
Long ago I determined within
To let the small things go
Once again my muse is happy
Once again my muse is tame
Because I do not sweat the
Small things so they no longer
Taunt my days
Copyright © Edward Mccall | Year Posted 2017
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