The Muse left without warning
Rhyme disappeared
Thoughts mellowed and froze
Feelings numbed without drowning in alcohol
Tears refused to flow
Hurt doesn’t feel the right to feel hurt anymore
Feelings feel ashamed to come forth and take the center stage
It’s been too long to keep retelling the same tale
It changes nothing
It doesn’t have the power to bring back what used to be
The world goes on and emotions fall in line
Time heals? Or just puts things in the rearview mirror?
Making it seem they have no resemblance in the present
But beware: Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
Just under the surface fermenting, bubbling, influencing the subject’s behavior
Words Don’t Turn to Verse No More
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