Unamused

I, the leftover muse
sit solemnly alone.

An epitome struck me——-

Cruel reality collided,
violently disrupting the 
beat of my soul. 

Your words no more whisper
to me than does the moon take
pity upon my tears. 

Did you think I would not guess? 

Did you think me sightless to your 
flowery verses? 

I, the foolish dreamer
can also recognize truth. 

I have been replaced——

Upgraded for some better,
Readily available model. 

No longer can you insult my intelligence.

No longer can you trespass the brick
laid path that is my hope. 

Go, dear poet—-
Go! 

I, am no longer useful
nor am I beloved——

I am but a ghost. 

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