Poets Muse
The poets muse
Is a whispered lie
Grains of sand
Fragments of time
Lingering love
Fateful kiss
Love once true
Soon will be missed
This tattered heart bleeds
Broken it's torn
From woman's anger
To hatreds scorn
One mindful moment
An empty soul
The part that's played
A walk-on role
Love once showered
Now lies in wait
Held in silence
For no one to take
David Maynard 2019
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