My Muse is gone, she upped and left
Quite suddenly one day.
Thoughts had flowed from mind to page
But now I’m just bereft.
With leaden spirits, uninspired,
The ideas just won’t come.
All these words, so which to choose?
My heart is feeling numb.
There’s no expression I can find
To write of my despair,
Just a blank and empty space,
No thoughts to leave behind.
The much maligned and hopeless child
Who left without a word.
She scampered off to warmer climes,
And so my wrath incurred.
Between the lines unwrit ‘till now,
I find my thoughts grow clear.
Dear Eff, forsake that foreign cave
You’re badly needed here.
I never thought to end this pome
With such a heartfelt plea.
Hopeless though you are, dear Muse,
We miss your poetry.