Untitled Dedication To A Muse...

At day he sleeps
At night he awakes
In front of blank paper
he waits…

As I scratch that paper
Ink bleeding from my pen
He touches every wound
leaving his stamp…

I fear his control
His power to move my hand
I wander in a jungle of words
but cannot spell the end…

Through hypnotizing times
Only he made me think
As laughter only floats
my tears could sink…

My thoughts never sleep…

People I hurt
And those who hurt me
All meet at the same point
All share one word

A name never called…

Strange nostalgia
Though he’s never missed
Every time he’s gone
doesn’t last too long…

Spent the night in his arms
He came back again
Like a faithful lover…

by Sofia Papadimitri

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