Not how I planned,
Nor what I hoped.
The muse sits amused
While I try to cope.
Cries turn to screams,
Sadness to rage,
There’s no getting back
What’s flown the cage.
Not within my grasp,
That ship has sailed
Beyond the chasm.
Hope is impaled.
Time now to close,
Resigning tonight,
The terror is loose
And ever my plight