This piece is great save one part: it is contradictory. This is a compliment in disguise... because you claim here that your muse has died. Yet, there is a hidden complexity to this poem, though you may think to yourself that it's but a simple piece, Jamie. I would bet that your muse ain't dead, just asleep. Happens to us all, from time to time
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win, but We're not running, we're not running
Thoroughly enjoyable write Jamie, really! I highly enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme in here. The second stanza was particularly good, especially the line "By soulful, soulless voices". As the others have said, your muse is far from dead, Jamie. Great piece!