My Muse
You ask me, do it. I say, no. You grunt, Do It Now! I scream, Noooo. And then without warning, you take an iron bat, And hit me, over and over, at my guts, No please… No… I am sorry, but it’s necessary, And then you hit harder, Right between the forehead, Arggghhhhh… I fall down. Head first, Inspiration trickling down. From head, through neck, to chest. You take a brush, soak it in my crimson, And put the first stroke on a blank canvas, Then you look at me and groan, There. I started. Now go complete what’s on your mind. I mumble, but… but I can’t. I am not capable enough, I am not talented enough, What if they hate it, What if they laugh at me? ...