Lamenting Fallen Muses. (Long since dead.)

Lamenting Fallen Muses.
( Long Since Dead.)
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I tear out another half-filled
page, and wad it up to feed
the trash can; shouting bitter
curses in my head that I hope
the wretched muses hear.

Then I find myself once again
left to the sad statements of unc-
ommon man. ( that flock of
heartless critics shouting protests
in my ear.)

Art for the Sake of Art seems
senseless; similar to Life for
the sake of Life, with no comp-
arisons rightly made between
living and the Void.

One serves no Master but
itself. (The Other is a mere
Slave to some inner Faith
Destroyed.)

And here I am again!
A Citizen of some strange
world that does not exist
beyond fantasies in my Head!
Lost in the obscurity of
Myself.
(Lamenting Fallen Muses
long since Dead.)

Yet still, I should be a Grateful
Man! For I now have a full page
of useless thoughts to feed my
hungry trash-can.

J.Stephen.H.