Shallow Muse
My muse has left me in the shallow end
with someone I don't want.
We used to explore deep waters,
the unknowns in life,
together, with no fear.
Now, it's as if I have been left
in the kiddie pool,
deemed to young to play our old games.
I wish the sand at the bottom of this pool
would just swallow me and get it over with.
Now, I'm back to my life of tortured loneliness
trying to find another soul
as close to mine
as his was.
I fear this is doomed to be the last poem inspired by an old muse.
~Yoyo

