Muse

• Zia S Mae , Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2022

I’d love to hear my muse’s 2am thoughts.
I wanted to know what formed inside their head.
I wanted to know the hours of the day,
They would dread.
And the hours where time,
Just merged together,
Just bled.
So I could turn them into lines,
Metaphors,
And rhymes.
So I could display their mind,
Show the world how it shines.
Thinking about my muse,
My head was lost in vines.
Because all I can think about is their eyes,
Rather than my new poetry lines.