Tonight my muse plays her game, letting my words drip onto the paper but slide quickly away. I know she’s there, I can see her just outside my reach. Luring me with her seductive sway.
Do Not Forsake Me
I cry and beg
I scream and bleed
But all to no avail
Why does she torment me
With hopes and dreams
When she knows that I will fail
She gives me enough
To keep me trying but
Never enough to succeed
What does she want
My soul…my life
Is there no answer to her greed
Beautiful! She loves to play games!
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Thanks, she can be quite fickle and elusive at times.
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Hahaha I know this feeling 😉 Brilliant!
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Yes, Jerry, well put, that perpetual struggle to beat that block.
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Good questions, Jerry…
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