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Missing Muse
I'm not amused
It's overload
My brain is fused
At 4am
I miss my friend
Insomnia will never end
The poet's lot: a search for meaning
Unpolished thoughts
Need feathers preening
The cluttered room
Inside my brain
A Springtime dust, again
But what of heart?
In darkest night -
Does bird of love take flight?
A prayer I claim..
Dear Lord of sleep
Protect my heart and soft soul keep
From calloused outer
Worn, or lost
Inspire once more.. despite the cost
Copyright ©
Cynthia Vipond
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