by Melanie Farquer

Created on: April 19, 2008

My Own Misery

It isn't every day that the muse runs wild
"Confess it, to me, my little child"
You know my darkness reigns within
You have never been free of my sin

You cannot pick the path I lay
For some can write and some can play
You'll run after him til you die
And I will laugh as you cry

You couldn't finish the line you wrote
You couldn't fix the hole in the boat
Your treasure sank, your bodies stank
And still the page, it is a blank!

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