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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