Two in the Morning

Profound sadness 

clouds my view 

at a quarter til two. 

I don’t understand why 

my muse avoids me like the flu, 

when a simple poem or song will do. 

Wise words to help me understand

why true love passed me by

in this lifetime.

Why wrong choices,

that felt right at the time,

left me alone in this abyss

where my better self

silently bears witness

to my shriveled soul. 


I know in the light of day

everything will be ok. 

So I’m wiping tears,

from this swollen face,

trusting God of love 

to take my hand, 

and lead the way, 

to a safer place. 


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Nicola Beckett

Sat 5th Sep 2020 05:24

It's 5am, sometimes it's a question of timing when it's right and the universe allows it, doors open and two people embrace again, the bonds are always there my thoughts are with you to dry your tears, I send light to your darkest dreams, God is with you my dear, God is always with you and your ancestors are too xxx

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Fri 14th Aug 2020 19:18

Thank you M.C., Martin, and Neressa. ?

I recently watched the documentary "Marianne & Leonard" where I heard a quote that resonated with me, "Poets are elusive creatures who are married to their muse." It makes sense why we are often walled off from deeper relationships. The muse is an addict's high, lovers' lane, heaven and hell, the demanding relationship that gives as much as it takes.

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Fri 14th Aug 2020 14:40

I love your last stanza. Very heartfelt piece?

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Martin Elder

Fri 14th Aug 2020 12:51

I love the line
'my muse avoids me like the flu'
Keeping trusting Vautaw

great poem love it

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 14th Aug 2020 12:46

Finds that fairness
Is not a given in life.
In fact the opposite
Is the greater composite -
Ask any husband and wife. ?
(Keep fighting the good fight!)

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Fri 14th Aug 2020 11:55

Thank you Paul and Keith. Thoughts at 2 a.m. are not the most dominant, but they are often the most vulnerable.

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keith jeffries

Fri 14th Aug 2020 09:19

This is a poem from a heart laid bare, crushed but hopeful. A very good poem in many ways.
Thank you for this

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