the muse


it was what kept her alivenow, it lay abandonedin some corner ...in the recesses of her mind.
she lay motionless in her roomlosing herself in the darkness of nothingnessfalling falling falling deep into the unknown a bottomless pit.
her mind worked incessantlysearching for what was lostthe muse -it was what kept her alivenow, it was nowhere to be foundan alphabetblurredit came to hershe grasped itwith the tentacles of her mind.
it was coming back to herslow and randomalphabetswordssentences
a spark ...
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Published on June 25, 2022 16:14
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musings of an insomniac

Arti Honrao
i do not write poetry; i take words and dip them in feelings...
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