my muse deserted me
leaving behind a vacuum
which grows and grows
and engulfs.
how did I frighten it away?
will it ever return?
dwelling in a vacuum
is no fun.
thoughts drift in
and drift away.
like a yo-yo
with the string snapped
i roll away
and stop in some corner
till the cleaner sweeps me off and dumps me
in the waste bin
to be trashed.
