deepundergroundpoetry.com
?Muse?
Dramatic.
Angry.
My muse deceives.
Yet it transcends and
bewilders the thoughts that
recoil within.
It clashes... like swords
like beasts it gnaws....
Poking its fingers into my raw wounds
picking at my scars.
It infiltrates my brain.
It infiltrates my life.
Paranoia seeps from my muse
like a double edged knife.
It tells me I'm trash.
It pounds me like a hammer.
Breaking me down, as I try to escape
the cliche,
and unexpectedly, forces me to rise higher.
My muse chains me,
challenging me to break these padlocks.
It chokes me
it's obstacle course--a race against the clock.
It burns its way
a path of return.
Filling me with angry
semi-poetic words.
It hits with me rocks
and bricks.... making sure I never forget its name.
I love and hate my muse;
a toxic demon also known as Pain.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 1
comments 2
reads 829
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.