Angel Muse

Oh, Angel Muse, I need, please give me voice
My words all swirl around my damaged brain
If I could die, it wouldn’t be my choice
I’d rather live with memories of pain
I’m more than what I am; I don’t know what
There’s beauty in my heart; I need to feel
I’ll live through every scene of life, uncut
Although at times I’ll wonder if it’s real
Each quatrain that I write is like my time
They come in waves of peace, iambically
I know there’s more to poetry than rhyme
There’s more to life than everything I see
Oh, Angel Muse, my thanks is in my breath
You gave me life when I was close to death.

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