The Unwelcomed Muse

6/4/21

I see her in the shadows of unrest

toying with the less fortunate as that is what she does best

in the atmosphere of those under the influence

creating spheres and auras of pure dissonance, just like a musician who is lost and tense

or in the vicinity of prime-time crime

maybe advising to disappear like Whodini and vanish without clues or signs

on the shoulders like a conscience of those who are violent

instructing the mindless, and providing guidance until sirens emerge and assess her designs

in what lives without life, I watch her appear

praying to the heavens, she doesn't become what haunts in my mirror

and as she draws near, the picture turns clearer that her role is to wreck

because like that I see her, in the shadows of unrest.