Day 24 Prompt: Question
Form: Magic 9
“Why Me?”
I question the choice of the muse,
as I grip a pen with another poetic idea.
Struggling to find the words to choose
to fill the space between me and you, reader.
I admit that the words struggle in a confused
clatter, like magnet letters falling off a fridge.
I scramble to place them back up, only to lose
the voice hibernating in my mouth ready to be a
poem. But I write, again, to keep the muses amused.
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