writers – Page 14 – Thistle Thoughts

#OctPoWriMo Day 13

I had to let go
of a life I planned for me

A Letter to My Muse

my mind
is a record
on repeat

prices paid,
empty pockets
& callused hands

The end of summer is making sure I feel it.

my wrath
drains crimson
down the bath

Flashes of lightning
illuminate you,
and I turn away
lest I cry.

I have learned to be glad
for the things I’ll
never understand

Yes, there are dark corners
to cling to

I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you.