lyrical Muse

I linger,
Sparse in dubiety,
Corporeal laden with blood and scars.
Self-lambaste and torn,
In awe of your artistry.
 
Poisoned, a catalyst,
Harrowed in self-desolation,
Fractured attempt to requite,
I dwell in frustration.
 
Tethered to Parnassian,
I construe emote,
I wantonly spew ink of thought,
My energy devotes.
 
I revel in muse,
Hopeful to equate,
I succumb to lyrical ambience,
I hope to be great.
 
Null of fortuitous,
My style refashioned,
I delve into scripture,
Writing’s my passion.