Lost Muse

Lost Muse

A Poem by Alexa Tasch

It’s hard to see when the colors fade to gray

It saddens me when the colors run away

The muse is gone, inspiration has died

Leaving me empty and depressed inside

Only tears come, and heavily they flow

A bitter seed of distress begins to grow

I’d rather die than go on living

Because my muse is lost and no longer giving

© 2012 Alexa Tasch


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I liked this. The shortness of the poem along with the unsophisticated language (as in, how you have chosen not to use large, complicated, wondrous phrases) really fits the theme of writer's block.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Hmm, do you have writers blog? I hate that~ anyway, nice write, good luck. xox

Posted 11 Years Ago


I hate when that happens, a clever and emotional expression of this unfortunate event where the muse leaves her artist. Seems though you were able to manage a good poem without your muses' assistance! Perhaps you composed this after the return..

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Alexa Tasch
Alexa Tasch

Providence, RI



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My name is Alexa. I'm 19. I usually write instead of paying attention in my classes so I will post anything I think it good enough. Don't read my older stuff unless you're really committed because.. more..

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