Poem: Muse

Muse by Scott Barnes
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I write these words to try,
to help me understand,
why I treat myself this way,
with my heart in my hand.

The pain is never ending,
The grief will stay with me,
In sadness I'm forgiven,
For what I can never be.

My muse is a sadist,
It feeds on my pain,
Only when hopeless,
Can I really explain.

I can never escape it,
I will always be,
Enslaved to the darkness,
My heart never free.

Through torment, through torture,
In fear, and in pain,
Forever this prison,
Will drive me insane.

I will not give up,
I will not give in,
The loneliness drives me,
Though I will never win.