
The Mind With No Muse Is A Blank Canvas
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read
A cathartic release eludes me
My fingers itch with a desire
to express an emotion unknown.
Try though I might
the propondorous need
to write and bleed
for a spirit unseen
remains forever unheeded.
So I lie swaddled
amidst verbal blankets
A virtuoso with no muse
Stories, music, pros,
I feel empty,
devoid of satisfaction,
A pitiful, lackluster reaction

