I wonder where it all went
is it actually gone?
am I looking in the wrong place?
is it right under my nose?
hiding…waiting for the moment
my heart is captured by seductive words
spoken from the full lips of an angel
There’s a theme
for when a poet finds his muse
it’s legend they are ensnared forever
to this one being
it has the power to fully control the wave of words
out of a poet’s ink
or they cause the poet word’s to sink
until there’s nothing left but old memories
of good stories
Yet the muse of mine is nowhere in sight
does that mean I forgot to write?
or am I just killing myself by hiding
what I can truly do
when I put my mind to it
I dream that I didn’t lose it
that I still have it
that its not ashes blowing in the wind
I dream that my fire is still burning
that the words in my mind are still turning
like it was before but only better
I ask not you but myself
am I worse than ever
or have I just gotten better
without realizing it
Did I truly forget?
that I have a passion
that made feel like I was accomplished
that this world isn’t as dead I think it to be
this thought ravages my mind to no end
yet I do not ask you my friend
only I..know the answer