Sway

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Muse

Inspiration
  may create in us dullards,
But how can we fault
  the passion in sleepless nights?
And breathless creation;
  seeing love in every nook
yet also hate, shame, and sadness.

 The fickle muse...
  Inspiration
 

The Maze

The world spins from

                Bullets to bandages

                Joy to pain

                Learning to teaching

                Loss to gain

Sometimes it’s hard

  To find my place

In a world that seems

   An ever-changing maze

Vows

This spider’s web of emotion

  Heavy, potent, rich, and deep

I’m blinded by my notions

  Fearing vows I cannot keep

Stripped down – all I am

  Taken by a desperate man

I’ll do everything I can 

To convince myself 

  This was part of a plan

Beasts and Whsipers

Your fingertips like 

   whispers on my cheek

Can't make up for

  all the thoughts you 

  never speak

Please learn to tame

   The beast inside

I struggle to think

  Of saying

  goodbye

Taken

How you feel

Is not my fault

I still reel

From the pain

Of your lies

Three little words

Repeated

‘Till I died

Yet still dying daily

Wounded by the

Promise of your love

Taken and given

And taken, again

Another December

I see what you do

But I do not see why

If I only knew

Perhaps you’d be my

Heart’s only thought

In the dark of December

Joy would be sought

If I could remember

But you will keep all

Answers to yourself

And I will not sleep

While up on your shelf

Too distanced to know

But close enough to see

Everything you show

Is never shown for me

The Question

The question, I think that’s

Been bothering me…

Is he my missing piece,

Only when he chooses to be?