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The muse has fallen

She has thrown me,

back into the ocean

Discarded like the decayed driftwood I was at the start



I am left to wander

My mind pooling my discontent

The cliches of my age colliding

I am left alone to stew in my dissonance



They leave me, One by one

My muse is gone, uncaring

Recently they have fallen like pins,

Too weak for the loads they are bearing



I count the days, time collapses

I am dying as it all falls apart

This is how it was meant to be

I am alone, middle, ending and start.