The Fury Of Rage

I deleted another poem tonight

and the Muse raged into fury

“You never asked for my permission” she said, 

as her voice thundered deeply inside

“You’ll pay for this in sleepless hours

and nights when dreams are truant…”

Her promises kept, my nights defiled,

and days drag on untethered

As I write yet another “I’m sorry” to her

in verse both coarse and dry

(The New Room: May, 2022)