Simple Muses

Tag: sad

Too Late


I collapse to my knees
Sundered by epiphany
A twenty pound sledge
Severing my world of words
The twist and twines of simple lines
Fade from fingers
My breath labors
To form short syllables
Of understanding
Two decades too late
My greatest fault
Of ignorant lines
Scripted entirely
For the wrong muses
She was there
Through every trivial trial
A voice of comfort
The delicate tendrils
Of my treasured willow tree
Cradling me
My ignorance
Comes with hefty price
Of losing lines
Even these are unfair
Sorry my friend


Willow’s Whisper


Something arouses me
In the middle of a dream
At untold hour
A hesitant kiss
Terse apology?
For curt arrival
Where, who,
What have you been doing
Outside our vows!
Inquiries expressed
The last time
Miasma permeates
I no longer cringe
Our nuptials
Decay as you breathed
Sundry excuses

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

The Darkest Fairytale

I dreamed I could fall asleep.

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