Barbara Maxwell Deraoui

October 30, 1953- Wisconsin

The Poet is Sleeping

The inspiration is gone
Flew like a flash somewhere
The muse has left

The poet is sleeping

Darkness has replaced light
Heaviness is in the spirit
As I struggle with my thoughts
As I struggle with my feelings
I am stopped cold
I feel lost

The poet is sleeping

The muse has left
No more sounds of sweet music
No more inspirational thoughts
No more magical dreams
I lost my purpose

The poet is sleeping
I am searching for the light
I am searching for my friend

I hope to find it soon
I miss it
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