The daily upset
The nightly unrest

A muse abused

Regret set in stone I feel alone..
I can't feel me as reopened are my wounds


Life in shambles I tread high waters through kindness' brambles, its hate from fate, its love from hate, its truth I can't debate..

A muse abused aptly used..

Taking solace in this night..
To survive the daily heart-hurt fight..