In Conversation with my Muse

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I knocked on the door of my muse,
And told him, “Please release me from my blues.”
He looked at me askance and said, “Have I done you any harm?”
I looked deep into his eyes and said, “Yes I miss my old world charm”.

“But you love pathos, it defines you”, he retorted back.
“Nay”, said I, off late I have been drawing a lot of flak.
He looked at me askance and said, “Have I done you any harm?”
I looked deep into his eyes and said, “Yes I miss my old world charm”.

He steadfastly declared, “But, you said being sentimental gives you a high”.
I implored him and retorted, “Aye it does but it also leaves me with a tear in my eye”.
He looked at me askance and said, “Have I done you any harm?”
I looked deep into his eyes and said, “Yes I miss my old world charm”.

Holding on to the ropes, he tried again,
“You gel well with poignancy my precious wren”
“sure I do”, I said,” but let me explore the facets of my thoughts”,
“Let me fill myself and others with delights”.
He looked at me askance and said, “Have I done you any harm?”
I looked deep into his eyes and said, “Yes I miss my old world charm”.

He came towards me and gently held me in his arms,
And in my mind began to ring bells of alarms.
I panicked thinking I would again fall into labyrinthine desolation,
And my heart cried aloud for salvation.

Lifting my chin he said, “I have caused you harm”,
“I have taken you away from your old world charm”
My eyes lit with joy and my lips parted with a smile,
Mirth bubbled in my soul as I felt free of my exile.

I held him tight, my very own precious muse,
And felt the tension slowly diffuse.
Felt my spirit lifted high,
And I gave a heartfelt sigh.

I knew now that the words would again come back,
And flow freely in the right track.
For I was able to rid me of my blues,
Since I held on to my muse.
He would never cause me any harm,

Because I knew he would always give me back my old world charm.