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.

9 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!:)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Another great piece. I’ve learnt a new word, moxy

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Hahaha. Thanks dude! I hold your opinion in high regard!

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Having looked up the word, now realise it’s nothing to do with cats. For some reason I had cats in my head.

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  4. SpiritedSoul says:

    I know this place u speak of so very well 😇

    Liked by 1 person

    1. It can be quite the place for sure.

      Like

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