Poem – Where My Muse Used to Be

A demon ate my muse,

Swallowed her up whole,

And left me to pick up the pieces.

Shards of untold stories;

Crumbs of opening verses;

A word here and there — incohesive at best;

Pictures without colours;

Shapes without form.

But the demon is full and happy, it seems.

Building a home inside of me,

Right where my muse used to be.

© Shyla Fairfax-Owen

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Sometimes the Muse Demon comes for me too.
    When it does, I rebuild from the pieces left behind
    Better stories than I had first imagined.


    1. It can suck the life out of you if you let it… or it can morph into something incredible.

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  2. Bryan Fagan says:

    There is nothing wrong with a hungry demon. Sometimes their appetite is worth it.

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    1. There might be something to that.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. i loved this so much!! kudos


    1. Thank you! That means a lot to me

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