Alone she sits and waits.................
Lights on nobody home
Can it really be that one so talented could lose all sense of imagination becuse of some deviant facination adjusting against the will of the nation?
Or perhaps she is just tired!
Pissed?
Maybe, but come tomorrow her muse shall lift her out of the mire it will re-ignite her fire bringing back that long lost agonising desire we all of us have.
To be heard.
To be listened too!
Recognised?
Lights on nobody home..........................................................................................
For now !!!!!!!!!
Author notes
Cheer up even if it has happened it may never happen again.
Picture by contest owner.
A contest entry
- Underneath it all... (are you my muse?) by DefinitiveFreak.
525 points, ended March 18, 2008, 12 entries
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