My muse spoke to me,
She asked why I've been so quiet.
I told her I had nothing to say
She chuckled and said I wasn't right.
I looked at her confused,
My heart hasn't been in it to write.
"Oh child you can't see the dark for the light.
Just stay up tonight."
She handed me the pen and told me to write,
Write all the thoughts in my mind.
I told her I didn't want to visit that dark place
But she pushed me inside
And left me without any light
Leaving me to find my way out.
When I did I was empty and beat
And angry with my muse.
She smiled and laughed
Asking if I now had something to say.
Yes, was my bitter reply.
"Then don't whine. I never promised to be a gentle thing."
She said with sympathetic eyes and a sinister smile.
I wrote,
It wasn't sweet
But its beauty ran deep.