Worn Muses

Nine muses praised- Worshipped, cast in stone As though to immortalize Their beloved features Time has worn away Their inspiration Fading, like worry stones Constantly in use -Kel Dayheart

Figment

Fragment of a figment Illuminates the darkness for only a brief moment A spark Gone before eyes can adjust Leaving a feeling of longing- Longing for a place to belong -Kel Dayheart * A reposting of my first poem here  

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