“The In Between”

Here we are, angry souls
staring into an empty cauldron
desperate to be inspired, to be again
flinging madness from our fingertips
and weaving worlds anew
peace comes slowly to the restless
ungrateful, we rage on
filling our lungs with air
exhaling acridity until
we swim in our own muck
a sea of contempt,
waves crash against our ears
and the muse’s whisper goes unheard
if only we could see
the dreams we’re not creating
perhaps next time, we’d listen

© M. Black, 2016 All rights reserved.

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