My Muse

my muse grew cold

she spewed venom

to poison my world

she grabbed a piece of my soul and used it

spread negativity

wished hate

today i release my muse

i make an antidote for her venom

to cure my world

i take the paintings

inspired from remnants of her

that vibrate energies

from the subconscious world

and

i cleanse them

i change them

i release them back to whence they came.

sheenae westmorelad copyright 2008

Reviews

[maiarusm]

You are good. This piece is wonderful. You misspelled 'spread' though...

[Prose-full]

wow....i love it.

[Deepshikha]

That's very powerful...Like a self cleansing...
Something a lot of people I know could learn...
Very nice. ^^