A Faded Muse

When your muse has faded

Will you write it fervently

When your ink gets slowly dried out

Will you be able to portray your feelings freely

When your imagination has been lost in the abyss

Will you help them to come out easily

When your pen will slip from your fingers

Will you be able to hold it back tightly 

When everything around you seems to be in a dark shadow

Will you be able to remove that darkness miraculously

When your words fail to drink the elixir of life 

Will you still be able to soak your heart and soul in tranquillity

Or you too will be absorbed by those quirky dark shadows completely

Leaving your every muse, every emotion and every feeling in the quagmire of anonymity