To My Muse

News about my muse? Well she is nowhere to be found. So here is my attempt to find her.

Dear Muse,

My search for you is unyielding,
The implications are far-reaching.
To the depths of the earth, to the ends of time
Where is this muse of mine?

Your precious words, your soothing tone,
For which sins must I atone?
To get you back, to have you near,
To massage and soothe and calm my fears.

They say your words can be a tonic,
But they fail me now, they make me sick.
A more telling moment I could not have picked
To urge you to come home... and quick.

Sincerely,

The Creative Mind of Marto

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Yes, I'm a poet. And I know it.