Uninspired Poetry

"A Lost Muse"

To love one who does not,very painful it is

Yet to me tis a pain I would rather not miss

But perhaps the greatest pain

Is to love so fully, but in vain

And one can only make such limited poetry
Of dear computer machines and geeky gadgetry
With this thought, I look to the stars above
And blame the tendrils of cruel love

From unrequited love, I've broken free
And so my old muse, she can no longer me
Now my writing doth suffers and decays
As the hour drags by, and so do the

Oh, how some say my poems are good
But they feel so empty, lacking in mood
For a poet which hath no muse
He be a poet of no use