And She, My Breath Becomes

The Muse continues to punish me,

  whenever I write prose

 

Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt

  —no fury ‘hell hath known’

 

She sentences me to endless nights,

  and days when words won’t come

 

Until I succumb to writing verse

 —and she, my breath becomes

 

(The Court at K.O.P: February, 2016)

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