Compensated in words
paid in adoration
caged by inspiration
bound by chains of release
To be a muse is a full-time job
to be a poet is a curse.
Whisper the secret
show me how to remain
kissing the corners of your mouth
To be a muse is the labor of the gods
to stay a poet is a drought.
You think to breathe
you breathe to write
you write to make some sense
you hope that it will please her
When your demise is an appetite
the cure is to hunger.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:23 PM UTC
Compensated in words
paid in adoration
caged by inspiration
bound by chains of release
To be a muse is a full-time job
to be a poet is a curse.
Whisper the secret
show me how to remain
kissing the corners of your mouth
To be a muse is the labor of the gods
to stay a poet is a drought.
You think to breathe
you breathe to write
you write to make some sense
you hope that it will please her
When your demise is an appetite
the cure is to hunger.
