Tag Archives: muse

Screech for attention so all work stops, heads turn to acknowledge your demand while those near sigh with weary acceptance, ready to ruin a rhythm and change to your direction.

Glance over your distress, pretend not to see so their own will stay moderate, they can worry about the guilt later when they’re far away and no longer forced to care.

Robbed of rest but time still moves and your day starts while others dream and you envy them their selfishness, longing to join them.

Rewrite my history onto a path to your liking and watch my mind crumble under the pressure until I’m your perfect puppet.

Knock my energy and scald my freedom, forcing a strip of security for thinner protection, so raw flesh won’t rub and end all movement.

Unexpected gift dissolving one insecurity, gaze at its defence and sigh with relief, one problem resolved in a river of anxiety, but even that small drop has saved the day from despair.

Thieving wings swoop and scoop away a sugared prize, leaving behind confusion and respect.

Check the order and rearrange for late arrivals, or perhaps they were always there, just overlooked until their presence became a bother.

Spy from miles away, wondering why you don’t rise, what brought such exhaustion and why I can’t be there to sleep beside you.

You looked comfortable all alone, so you must be happy and not desperately hoping someone will approach to include you and acknowledge that you are needed, even just a little.