Where's My Mousai ?

 This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


I speak...... 
No voice, no motivation 
I Lost my muse 
Life seems no more 
God help me. 
I want him back. 
Even when I had him 
It meant constant sorrow. 

Perdition is seeable 
Now standing in shadows of the sun 
In oblivion 
Face down 
Waiting, wanting to die 

Please take my life 
Give me something new 
Excitement, travel 
Joy, someone to love 
who will love me too. 


BY : Bernice Bowling