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My Muse

You’re the dripping ink from my pen
You’re all the ripped up journal pages
Ones that I treasure, the ones I’ve trashed
Here to soothe me when the spark enrages
 
You’re the words that roll off my tongue
The mixed up lines and words in my head
You’re the light to this unending darkness
The true awakening to the untapped dead
 
When the paper gets too soaked, and
The inked words are all bleeding together
I reach out to grasp the strings of my muse
And finally my hands clutch the invisible tether
 
Days that drag on, and not a word I write
As I shrink into an abyss of mixed emotions
I search and bloody scream til I find the light
And already ashamed for causing a commotion
 
I rip another page out, dip the pen in the ink
The words spill out, I just needed a little help
As I slip deep into the sea, the lines of poetry
I should ground myself, before I drown myself
 
So where is my ink? Where are my pages?
What am I doing here, why can’t I save me?
I don’t know how this is done, but this I know
For I am just a constituent of our own solidarity
Written by LivDiane
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Don’t know what I’d do without a certain someone always inspiring me to write.
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