As a writer, I ask,
what is your muse?
My muse comes to me
no matter the time,
She assaults my every
sense; Five, in all.
Reality disappears
as I write out my emotions.
Taking note of my
unhinged surroundings.
My pen just
starts to move.
Random words
fill each line.
Whatever happens
to strike my soul.
I get lost in
my tales of woe.
Until satisfaction
fills my pages.
Another moment
in time, is captured.
Using my words
to paint a picture.
Vivid bright colors
solemn, dark tones.
An abstract canvas, that is
a glimpse into my mind.
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