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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
Copyright ©
Michael Ramel
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