You shouldn’t frolic in my mind/ people die there all the time/ a bunch of bodies no one finds/ when I cover them in rhymes/ thinly veiled I leave behind/ the intricate weave of lines/ from thoughts of tangled vines/ that I shape and intertwine/ simply to unwind/ or make the stars align/ as they collide and combine/ I erase any trace or sign/ to take their shine/ enough to shutter the blind/ as i utter what is mine/ with the clarity I define/ lurking murky in my mind/ the ore that I’ve refined/ remains hard as steel tines/ as they rake across my mind/ I learned to love the grind/ yes I learned to love the climb/ so i’m a mountain of unkind/ and that’s just fucking fine/ if I continue to incline/
Verbose Musings 