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Blowing in the wind

My muse has left me
abandoned against the wall
of silence
where the wind lashes my face
and reminds me how
barren my mind is
how fickle is my muse
to be carried off on a whim
like that
without a thought for her dependant,
without a minutes grace
or reflection.
I stare at the wall.
It glares back.

Silence

I hate it when you look at me that way.
There’s an expectancy on your face
yet I don’t know how to fulfill it.
You don’t give any clues away.
You look as though you’re injured, lost
and want me to fix it.
I need some help here.
You have to tell me what needs fixing.
All I ever get is silence.