TBA

The Muse in me has gone away

My spirit fades into oblivion everyday.

How did this happen and why?

How did my well of inspiration go dry?

Where did Satire go, did he find a place to hide?

Is he in the deep reaches of my mind inside?

We joked of LeBron James and Kevin Durant

Spoofing them while keeping them current

Then you decided to lose your sheer humor

Your legendary exploits reduced to a mere rumor.

Even I am unsure, perhaps it is Time

Passing me by while taking my rhyme.

Or it is the Devil who thieved my poetic soul

Leaving me this void, which used to be whole.

Perhaps it is this bulb in me that shone twice as bright

But lasted half as long and no longer provides the light.

Maybe it is I, the man that is me

I am not the same demigod I used to be.

I lack my passion, the fire, and poetic drive

I need to regain my spirit to be alive.

Perhaps I will journey to Hell like Dante before

And find myself with my soul once more.

And then I can begin to scribe that day

With doubts dead and my spirit to stay.

September 24, 2010