Dead Muse

Emotions so strong,
That it drowns the song,
That tune of colours,
Pouring out,
Like a splash of mundane,

Words over words,
Meaningless in their place,
Tumbling around,
On this white sheet,

Words so strong,
They are weak,
Weak like fire,
Easily extinguished by water,
Flooded and put out,

Still tough,
But soft,
Like a stick of butter,
Holding its shape,
Melting at the tiniest heat,
Nothing but a pile of grease.

My Dead Muse

Robin. L.A. Shaw