I search and search
For the muse
But once I find her
I remember
How sad she is
How mad she is
I remember
She is a friend
That tortures me
She floods me
Fills me up
With inspiration
For depressing
Relatable
Words
That I get to feed
To you
Once I find her again
I dream of peace
And once I’ve found peace again
I search for her
Lather, rinse, repeat.
-C.H.
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