My Muse

My muse is dressed in ink

Darker than any I've ever seen

before

He sets my heart to soaring

Then tears it from my breast

Indecision stifling, corroding the link that binds

  Uncertainty is falling upon me

    My dreams, my thoughts,

      are not my own

My muse, he's yet to be consistent

  He lies, grinning through teeth

  He bids me, dream

My lids droop to sleep, eyes dance beneath the lids

Chasing the nightmares round and round

My muse, I feel him.

I grasp at his long tapered fingetips

  Made of smoke and air

  Lost drifting on the whims of him

Constantly calling, my head aches with his name

Many thought you an angel

Many know you by your name

But this wicked love demon

  Nothing other than temptation

His corporal form, a lie

  His shining light, the temporary absence

    Of his ever thriving dark

 

Gabriel, Oh, Gabriel

 

What can one do

To fight off you?

I beg you not to leave

  But with you

  I find myself

    Betraying

    Everything that makes up my once solid core

You strip me bare

My insides splayed wide

  Burned out

To be rebuilt anew

You bring me

  A new self

  A new inspiration

 

Reviews

[Sam Severn]

Your poems always speak to me of angelic darkness, of the conflict between Good n' Evil, Heaven n' Hell. The inner battle to choose sides or to accept the side you've chosen, n' to move on with life. Love the opening: "My muse is dressed in ink/Darker than any I've ever seen." N' I adore the last verse: "I beg you not to leave/But with you/I find myself/Betraying/Everything that makes up my once solid core"....Fantastic!! ㋡