My muse ran away from me
Because I kept her in a cage
And feasted upon her delicacy
And beat her within my rage.
She called sweet songs at first
They then turned so bitter
She beat herself with her fist
When I threatened to hit her
My muse ran away from me
Because I destroyed her soul
And now where she used to lie
Inside me, a gaping hole
She left her shoes behind
So I may not trace her tracks
Without her now I lose my mind,
The result of my attacks...
Author notes
I have had some difficulty writing recently, this was very forced for me and I thought it was imperative I explain this.
The idea of this poem is that, it shows me abusing my muse and the other side of this, is a man beating his wife or partner. Let me know what you think.
Please tell me what you think
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Forced!!!?
I think this shows the brilliance of your writes. I like how this could be taken in such different ways. As you said, it is simply about you having trouble writing. Yet, this could be about a lover leaving. Then again, isn't our muses like a lover anyway? Simply beautiful.
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I like the Idea behind it I really do. I am going to read some of your others I think with just reading this. THere is much better to read in there.
-Broken Angel
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