January 11, 2006

My Muse is Silent

path to the sea, Richardson Beach near Hilo Hawaii

My Muse is silent
There is no inspiration
The the flow of ideas
Dammed by monotony

Daily, rising in the dark
Cold, within and without
I feel my inner life
Crushed out, like a wine grape

I have no time, no peace
No silence to gather my thoughts
My day is a constant barrage
Of meaningless talk and noise

Alone in a sea of faces
that I know only in passing
in the corridors, the restroom
They look and turn away

I am on this unexpected path
I did not choose this way
It is lonely, hard, monotonous
but I am walking anyway