My Muse

After so long, I have stopped writing any poems. Partly because my workplace have limited my writing passion until this person came into my life, wetting my inspirations and ideas, until now. So today, I will write this poem on My Muse.

Was tired,
Drained.
Was demotivated,
Nasty halt!
Mental blocked,
Giving up,
Giving in.
What is the point?
Nothing inspire,
Nothing from thoughts,
Nothing from heart.
Sigh...
Then here she comes,
Into my life.
The more I knew her,
The more she amazes me.
Such intervention,
Creates an opening,
Removed mental blocks,
Render mind activation,
Repaired the idea machine,
Renewed the inspiration chest,
Relive my passionate heart.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I finally found my muse.