by Matt Aspin (Painting: “Muse” by Len YewHeng)
My beloved who knows my soul’s song,
Alone with the demons, alone with the pain
All of my own creations
No lifeline, no cheers,
no cliched advice
Not this time. Too many. Not this week or even next night.
Nowhere to hide from the deafening tone of reality’s harshness of light
She knows I need to find my love for self, for life, for pain.
And when it’s found, she’ll reappear to enjoy it’s sweet refrain.