Mr. Muse

waiting for a sign–

if only there were a word,

a signal

hollow echoes tip-toe

where thoughts once raced

quiet house,

creepy staircase,

woven webs of silk 

clinging to thought process

muse trapped inside, 


we must free ourselves

from this emptiness,

this poison

find our way,

regain the crown


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