An Ode to Inspiration

To this word that flows off the tongue so well,
To the one that has freed me from my own personal Hell,
I dedicate this poem to Inspiration.
My one and only emotion.

Inspiration.
What a sweet feeling.
Where all falls into place without warning.
It prompts me into action.

Inspiration.
I like the way you come visit so suddenly,
And always creep up behind me,
No matter the season.

Inspiration.
I do not mind you being a poisoned pill
That often makes me ill,
As you are the mother of Innovation.

inspiration,
None other can compare,
So I suppose it is only fair,
To deem you as a worthy companion.

No matter the day,
No matter the reason,
You lead the way
Toward an eventual treason.