Calliope

Abhorred by muse of inspiration,

Roving in desert plain.

Without any communication,

From social circles refrain.

Initially it was just my clan’s rejection,

Now an outcast for whole world’s disdain.

Words scaled with such negative connotation,

Afraid to express every emotion my heart contain.

Is this freedom of expression ?

I complain.

Hands upon my lips pressing tight with aggression,

Such choking I am so unable to sustain.

A hundred hours separation,

My boat still within rough sea remain.

Misunderstandings tossed a bucket of humiliation,

Effect of those slanders so hard to abstain.

It could be anyone but my Muse of inspiration,

I would survive that stain.

But without inspiration,

To breathe I am yet to train.