Oh,

My muse.

Why is it I find you,

When all hope seems lost?

When darkness,

Overtakes my heart?

Is the light,

I try so hard to keep lit,

Your enemy?

Is the goodness I force myself to

Walk in,

Your foe?

Or could it be,

That

I can’t find the words to express,

My ‘happiness’

A happiness,

that is manufactured,

And brings me spiraling,

Back down to you.

My. Muse