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Candlewitch

thwarted (by: eddy styx)


Thwarted

I am stymied,
no spark
of inspiration
jolts.
no stimulation
moves my mind.
no creativity
stirs within,
no whispers from
my beloved muse.
I am lost
out at sea,
with no wind
to set my sail.
I look to
my dark side,
for answers
unseen.
but they are
mysteries,
surrounded by
a misty veil
buried within
my psyche.
in turmoil
covert and obscure,
no guiding light
to pilot me home,
through these
turbulent waters
of brine and foam.

 

*eddy styx is my male, murderous alter ego who writes dark poetry!