Missing My Muse

Folder: 
On Poetry

My muse has mysteriously disappeared

And I need him now more than ever

Because I have something I need to say

But the words seem to be playing

Hide-and-seek and I can’t find them.

  

I want to enwrap myself in his arms

For in him I’m able to find comfort,

Discover meaning in all of the chaos.

I hope he comes back to me eventually,

Because I’m such a mess without him.  

View ghostwriter_1900's Full Portfolio