My Addiction (On Tap #1)

What happens when I don't have my Muse.

I sit and I ponder
All the wonderful
Tales that speak
Of gallant Knights
And beautiful
Nightingales.
My Muse comes
And goes with
Ideas and wonderful
Prose.
I bask in joy of
Of it all
And love the voice
That gives me the choice.
Then one day a storm looms
And threatens to consume
The very Muse in me.
I fight with every breath
And it was in vain.
Now my Muse
Lays slain.
I hear her sweet voice
No more.
Now days of wickedness comes
And I have no fight left
To battle its might.
I began to shake
And I began to quake.
The need is deep
And long for my Muse.
Oh how I miss her
And how I need her.
If only for a little while.
Some small sound or
Maybe a whisper.
But, sadly nothing is abound
And I slowly begin to drown.
So, all I can do is smile
In that manic way
And hope for the day
That my Muse rises again.

Reviews

[Linear]

Well done on the addiction, loved the rhymes though sometimes it felt kind of strained, just my opinion, I'm so often wrong. Still enjoyed and it made me smile, thank you

[MuSe Ampoule]

Oh the muse...without whom we are nothing in this world but blank pages! Great write and nice job with the prompt! :)