A caged muse

I am afraid
I need not know why
the answer’s inside.
I am terrified

What if my inspiration
Goes away
never to return
After this day
I think I will cry
I think I will die.

I am not too cute
I am not too smart
but what if there will never be
another poem to come from me.

I love to write
to express with insight
To make it rhyme
Even when it does not same time

before I could write
there was no hint of light
Only darkness, Eternal night
I could not express
The words in my heart
I could not make a story
or words of Art

The eternal well
It’s not just a hollow shell
it’s not just a well of Hell
but it’s a cage that takes my muse away
it locks her away
in a place of doubt
in a place of no light
in a place she suffocates with endless night.

I once wondered
if all would be ok
To my dismay it seems
That the muse has left
That she has gone away
That nothing is ok