Where have you gone?

Seems I can only write about having nothing to write about.......

As an unwritten page I stare 

search 

ponder 

I know the feelings are there 

deep within they stir 

yet to pen 

to proclaim 

to give life 

and form 

and eloquence 

I am at a loss 

This which has been scrawled 

is the best I can muster 

Has this gift that came so sudden 

in like manner made its exit 

God i hope not 

what shall I call myself 

"Former poet" 

Shall I wait until death calls again 

to pull myself back from the ledge and write 

Do I need to bleed 

for the hunger of the pen to feed 

the words that connect 

Do I go for low hanging fruit 

of the changing season displayed 

in lines of four and a rhyming scheme 

Lost 

alone 

and in shadow I abide 

Fears of worthlessness and want 

are faithful companions 

Yet my eyes look the horizon 

for intuitions light to return 

of that I'm sure 

Then this dried well 

will spring to life 

The desolate 

season will pass 

Writing will pour forth 

as a flood of inspiration fills my soul 

to an overflowing crescendo 

of Muse's revelation 

and I her tool wielded with elegance and grace  

Author's Note

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Reviews

[ETERNITY]

yes bleed damn you
I notice your muse is female
lucky lucky her
Sorry, geesh! that just slipped out!
Really, even in a slump, you are awesome (;

[Dave W.]

I really dont have a muse, I guess this was motivated back a desire to write, it was so easy and now when I look at the page nothing. I love writing and dont want to stop, I want to touch peoples hearts and create things that move the heart and proke thoughts. I am worried it has left

[ETERNITY]

@Dave W. You are a Poet. "It" will never leave.