The Muse Will Not Be Subdued
MUSE has been with me since I was a child,
life has tried to squash, smash, shatter, stifle my spirit;
cut to pieces my words.
The ruin of my existence, the torment, pain- I take,
I give it all to MUSE to make words beautiful;
to deaden my deep sorrow.
Each day I look down into my soul for inspiration,
hoping to find the end of my forever, ever torture;
thus a poet was born.
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February 25, 2017
Poetry/Verse/The MUSE Will Not Be Subdued
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 880-057-0
For the contest, What Doesn't Kill Us (in 75 Words)
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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