To The Moon & Back & Back Again

Black    & White Splattered across sheets Of paper Conveying bright colors To the ear Until silence embraces you With a mystery untold…

I need inspiration And I need it now My life’s work will be through If only I had a little inspiration. Oh the turmoil I must face! Oh the death which is hung upon my life For I have no inspiration! The king will surely have me dismissed, The queen will put shame into my name. I will be known as the “clueless” People will use my name for insults And venomous curses. Oh the irony! For I am one with ideas, Not with out. I am the one who searches Time for things which have not been done. I dream in the sea of designed thoughts, Not in the torrents of feeble intelligence. I am one with wits, and charms, Never have I thought I, (Of all people for goodness sake) would travel This path of oblivion. Surely this is my end, But to leave without a idea in question, Is much worse to be burned at the stake.

I bring darkness. Gloom. I am a monster, A creature of the night. Shadows conceal   me; I want to be uncovered. I’m drench in crimson sorrow, And trapped in murky memories. I cry over blinding noises, “Release Me, Release Me!” But I am only one voice, One Soul. Why save me?