Where did he go? I swear he was here Just a second ago, he was next to the pier Yes. Yes he was. Helping me portray the buccaneer The swashbuckling man who was churning the beer… He’s gone now, though. Why did he disappear?
Help me, Muse. I’m so out of tune How do you expect my writing to bloom? I might go mad really soon I’ll become a blubbering buffoon
I'm begging you, please come back now. You're as important to me as a marriage vow I cannot survive with your disallow...
Did I chase you off, is that it? Did I anger you enough and throw a fit? Did my thoughts deliver that final hit That blew you away along with my wit?
I'm back! This poem pretty much sums it all up. Emotional crises and high stress levels chased my muse away. It's coming back now though, so be on the lookout for more posts. I love you all. :)