My muse is lost, my nerve is shot,
poems I offer, make little sense.
Caustic comment? My daily lot,
leaves me, dismayed and tense!
Though excited is my brain,
still I strive befuddled, until I tire
of poetic thought. I cannot explain
where went my inspirational fire!
Rhymer. December 4th, 2018.
(Trying to 'kick-start" my poetic Muse
by employing a new avenue! of approach.)