The wretched awake
From nights of despair
The elixir bottle down to drops
There is the haze
To remind of pressing affairs
That life has seized our props
Heavy are the sighs we make
Pleading to our avengers, helpless whispers of ‘Sirs’
And by eve, the fallen tears must see the mop
She haunted me,
In my dreams, she lingered
She’s the voice in my head
That mesmerized.
She took me places
And buried my sanity
She’s shown me madness
Had me tread the deep waters.
She coloured my heart
In shades of her emotions
And when I thought she was gone
Like a boomerang, she sprung back.
I saw the good in trying times,
She was right there, at my breaking points
Watching, hoping I learnt.
She infused me with her enduring spirit.
My muse,
She’s seen it all.
My muse,
She’s worn my soles off.
My muse,
She’s unstoppable
My heart, she stole on condition
To later return it.
Her company, for an unassailable heart.
Do you see why?
The walls, the coldness
She took me there.
So I could bring myself back
Back with closure, credence.
Do you remember now?
The betrayal and the heartache
You took me there,
With no intention of staying.
My muse, she brought back my light.
But first had me traverse the dark with might.
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