My muse is a sadistA Poem by Daniel James Daniel
He comes out in the night
to wallow in my despair. Perching over my window sill to bathe in the moonlight. Only when I suffer he appears. 'Whisk me away to neverland' is all I wish from him these days whilst sturring in my sleep. Sometimes he is gentle and I turn to him like a flower towards the sun willing him to stay for good. Because only when I suffer he stays. I fear all I was before we met a ghost haunting the hallways of schools, of homes, of hospitals Sometimes he is mad, when I am cut by anguish. So he spills ink like it's my lifeblood painting me black instead of blue. Because only when I suffer he laughs. Oh what a beautiful sound, he laughs in poetry. His words drip down my aching wrist and unto the paper. But I won't stop, not for the world You see now, I am the slave to my muse. © 2018 Daniel James Daniel |
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Added on January 5, 2016 Last Updated on April 26, 2018 Author
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