Lament

This is another one of those poems that you write while you have writers block. This is from WAAAAAAAAAAAY back, too. :P Like... 13-14 back... Enjoy.

My muse has left me, Forlorn and forgotten, In the shadow of the light, She helped me create, Words have surpassed me, My life's ill begotten, As I sit up at night, contemplating my fate, The words just won't flow, And I just don't know, If this writer, Can continue to fight her, In pain I cry, In sorrow I yelp, I just might die, If my muse don't help, And so here I lie, And so now I die.

Author's Note

Again, written WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY back.