MELANCHOLY MUSE

It seems I hold two pens in hand,

one with blue ink, the other black;

conscious mind feeling no pain ...

must be the stuff stored in the back.

For even when I wear a smile,

muse remains so melancholy;

can't write of sun, cats or rainbows ...

my muse decides it's black for me.

How do you fire ... get another?

Forever stuck with one so blue?

You must decide your mood you say ...

tell melancholy muse adieu.

I've tried that, but it won't let go,

this muse is blacker than the night;

sometimes it matches up with mood ...

but not so with every write.

Subconscious mind seems in control,

it chooses pen with blackened ink

and pushes other ones aside ...

the ones with brighter ink, I think.

My muse is painted black and blue

and seems to lack the other hues,

like reds and yellows, pinks and greens ...

I have a melancholy muse.