Muse
Jess
How important to me
Do you think that you are
My darling Muse
I am a Poet
Without you, I could not go far
A Poet's life
Must be scorched earth
His mouth parched and dry
Within his chest
A heart torn, bleeding and about to die
Yet
With prose that he pens
Each poem to his
Muse
In that he reaffirms
His love for mankind
Count also the bottles
Of black ink consumed
The Poet
He is temporarily renewed
And
He lives for just one more review
Finis
Photo Credit
Copyright © Jess Lizama
@exoticjess
Poem
Copyright © ralph Marie de largo
26 May 2012
@ProLifePoet
91 Werdz
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