Muse

Do you hear it? Please stop… It sounds like bees buzzing in my head.

I take a sip of wine to dull the sound. But it still aches. Now my chest hurts too.

What else can I do? I cry, I pray, lord take this frustration away.

Somehow all I do comes full circle back to you.

I try to break free from the cycle, but it happens every nightfall.

Some nights turn into days and manifest into different things.

My chess game was close to another victory, but you came and killed my king.

My race was almost won, but rain came and slowed my run.

My book was almost read, but the book was lost instead.

My days are long, but no task is complete.

I need your push too help me get back on my feet.

Dear Muse