Exile

This was something I just forced out of myself when I wasn't inspired to write anything. I didn't think it was much, but I got some good responses on deviantArt, so I thought I'd post it here!

I can't hear the song of the
Muse
Her gift gone
my starving imagination,
dreams
run away
the words are wrong
the prose is dead
the poetry gone

I am exiled to reality

Author's Note

Critiques are welcomed and appreciated!