The Fallen Muse
It was obvious, his muse fell
His mind was a muddled mess
Killed or wounded, he couldn't tell
The emptiness caused him much stress
In the interim, he searches
For a topic that seems just right
An Epiphany that lurches
To light his dark poetic night!
Worn out by this torturing test
Unable to escape this trap
He resorts to what he doe's best
He eats a bit and takes a nap!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2020
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