Unshackle My Verse

Unshackle My Verse When red-dust turns into solid hard stone my words and I shall be content alone. Grieve thee not for my long sad solitude once I danced with happy multitude. Then my muse embraced me with dear sweet love now I want touch of her velvet glove. Now I find darkness, her in binding chains drought consumes me, decades no needed rains. When darkness came, we ignored its powers now dying of thirst we pray for showers. Alas! No longer does my dear muse cry at the black and O' so foreboding sky. Will my poetic words dare stand alone? When this mortal flesh is long dead and gone? April 15th, 2017 Written for Kim Rodrigues' -- "Unshackle My Verse" Poetry Contest