The lights are completely out.
the phone battery is dead.
the computer screen has freezed.
the cursor wouldn't stir a bit.
outside the skies are roaring.
torrent rain is pouring.
hot brewed coffee laying aside
untouched
Mind. A clean slate now.
nothing to do without the internet.
Finally the unwavering, discarded
books on the shelf calls.
the fresh, raw and light feather
weighted pages,
giving away a comforting smell whispers
"So you've finally decided to miss me."
YOU ARE READING
MUSE
PoetryHighest ranking : #45 in poetry "Muse" is just a short compilation of my writings which if you may like to can regard as poems and proses. This is a work of pure fiction, names and places used are completely fictional. (It may contain amateur wri...
