Tag Archives: muse

Race your worth and bash those that threaten to better, proving nothing but pain and throwing everything into ruin.

Howl of distress bubbles up frustration and resentment, tired eyes growing angry, dimming love and mixing hope with hate.

Scavenge the shore for debris of worth, praying efforts are rewarded while searching for truth, but only the right truth, whatever that might be.

Slip on memories that claw at your brain, digging deep with pain and forcing you to stumble to the truth. A gentle distraction can only do so much for so long, soon everything will snap and you will break with it.

Sleep away your sins, your wasted time a sign of redemption, or so you hope, dream of a time when all was innocent and ignore the mess that can never be undone.

Recall the morning because quality is at risk, wasting hours of effort in silent disgrace and leaving the afternoon empty, making the whole day obsolete.

Mid-dark at midday, the world tired and longing for darkness as validation to rest, to hide, to take a moment and weep.

Demand the desire and wonder if it’s lost when requests are required instead of the spontaneous thrill that once belonged within your bubbled world.

Silence with disappointment, a harsh punishment done without thought, too wrapped up in your own dilemma to realise the hurt it causes or the doubt that sets like cement.

Unexpected shift to a planned day begins with chaos and sinks into a monotone acceptance, the rhythm uninspired but familiar, your hopes put on hold for everyday needs.