Catching the morning sun through the dust
I cried from inside of my inkwell
Hoping for the day she would have some trust
Sliding down again cursing her hell
When your muse feels ignored and alone
She picks up the pen to help me out
Don’t be surprised when she won’t throw a bone
No matter how much you whine and shout
Finally I get out of my inkwell
Walking to my muse I start to sweat
Your tactics will never compel
And I guess I’ll always be in your debt
© 2016 Michael Yost 01/19
What could I give that you haven’t had before
The secret I have that will help you restore
Your happiness that now lays on the cold floor
That can be lifted up high and fulfilled once more
It’s affection paid with my true love given
Healing your heartbreak and soul that was riven
Cast out memories one by one forgiven
And all his mandates once harshly driven
© 2014 Michael Yost 05/03
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Forgiving, Friendship, Hurt, Lonliness, Love, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Restore, Sadness, Soul, tears, Trust
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