Yet ANOTHER burst of creativity
The Missing Muse
Where do you search for inspiration,
You who are broken and jaded?
Is it the fire in the eyes
of a passerby?
Is it the rituals and customs
of days gone by?
Or is it the flash of a shooting star
Brilliant but brief in the night sky?
Where do you search for inspiration,
You who are broken and jaded?
Ill At-Ease
Anger vibes all around me
Choking, stifling, suffocating
Gonna hide and let things be
until it's safe again to be me