Joy has never inspired me the way that Sorrow does.
And no one has ever inspired me the way that He does.
So what does that make Him?

Heartache comes in like a flood.
Rising slowly until my heart and soul are filled to the brim with pain.
Then it spills over into my pen and onto the paper.
Leaving naught but grief and mourning behind.

As my eyes shed tears and my heart weeps blood
My mind and pen try to make some sort of sense out of my anguish.

And this emotion, this pain, this agony.....

It is my Muse.