Tortured Souls: A Poet And Doesn't Know It

The tortured soul will never let go When off the tongue the words will roll At all hours never knowing when inspiration will hit Thoughts running wild, then bridled with a bit When ruminating on your bed Tossing around words that rhyme in your head All the rights that are wronged Need to be corrected and not prolonged So you fight in the night In the realm where we rhyme No notice (of the lover next to you) or of the time Are you in believing grieving Or are you one who's seething with no meaning When your soul is tortured in the night Fighting to find the right words and the perfect rhyme Imploring the sun, imploring daylight Awake my soul, awake to the mundaneness of life