Muse

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Rooted to the spot, yet my muse
lost in the haze,
Attempting to bleed words,
trapped in this maze.

A distant faint scratch of sound,
vintage radio's call?
I stare into blankness, trapped in
a catatonic thrall.

A calamity unfolds, my heart wilts
in heavy despair,
Engulfed in an inferno, my inspiration
stripped bare.

Catastropheजहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें