Killed My Darling
Before the muse left.
My Little darling,
Why such remorse?
Your eyes veiled in sorrow,
And lips sealing a sob.
Why my dear,
There’s nothing to cry.
Do not fear
That you’re about to die.
Come my lovely,
Let me sparkle some glitter.
Make yourself up
Do not jitter.
I promise to remember you
And miss you till I last.
But, do not haunt me dear
Like some dreading past.
Do die happy darling
Do not feel remorse.
Do not be unwilling
Do not remain a ghost.
Sleep my love
And sleep well.
Do not on these foes
Do not you dwell.
Do not fight them dear
Do not refuse.
Bid me goodbye
My dearest Muse.
For I am too small
To fight my fear.
I am too weak
To endure and to bear.
Words are heavy
And my Pen is dried.
Rhymes have left my house
And world takes sides.
Go away my dear
For I fail to feed you.
Leave my Muse,
Adieu, adieu!
It's the poem about how I felt when I felt distant with poetry. It was after a long pause when I wrote this and I was surprised how words and Rhymes just did not easily come to me. I had to make efforts and assemble my emotions into words. Might be the efforts are too evident. Can't say if it's my best one. But I would love to begin with my most recent and strongest felt poem.
