My Fickle Muse
I want not someone else’s words
Though beautiful they are to me
Inspired, yes. I want to feel
But let my words flow sure and free
My fickle muse awaits his call
Yet bellows simply do not wake
And patience is now wearing thin
This rest needs no more time to take
Is confidence the culprit here
Has insecurity prevailed
I’m wishing, hoping fervently
My pen to swiftly be regaled
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2024
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