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Fallen Muse
The muse has fallen
She has thrown me,
back into the ocean
Discarded like the decayed driftwood I was at the start
I am left to wander
My mind pooling my discontent
The cliches of my age colliding
I am left alone to stew in my dissonance
They leave me, One by one
My muse is gone, uncaring
Recently they have fallen like pins,
Too weak for the loads they are bearing
I count the days, time collapses
I am dying as it all falls apart
This is how it was meant to be
I am alone, middle, ending and start.
