Ravings Of A Sleuth

I pick apart the complexity

that binds us in life together.

I wrench out the pure moxy

while I describe the weather.

I put it into the stanzas so

you might follow right along.

Maybe my ambition is to

put all vexation into a song.

Line after line I give breath

to the things tormenting so;

because the more I release

the more mentally I can grow.

My own prison is within me

peering out the bars I confess.

That for all time I will question

the world while feelings profess.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. sbailey says:

    This is wonderful! It’s so smooth and I feel each line! You used one of my favorite words…. moxy! I loved it!:)

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