Musings of a Deep Thinker: Free-Verse, Rants, and Poetic Rants.

Muse of the Deep Thinker.

Thunder claps within my head

I'll always see the souls of the dead

But torment me

Torture me not

I have a purpose

That is not all for naught.

The verses manifest day by day

But night is when their souls get

Thrown away

And if the tapestry of tribulation

Is weaved through these words

I apologize for being a host of sorrow

Malevolence to worldly lords.

These words appear to me ever quicker

Verbal visions grow ever thicker

There are signs around me

Regardless of whether you care

I must attempt to witness them

Get rid of the glare.

Internalize the knowledge

Witness the wisdom

The why is the truth

The what is the distraction

Amend this abomination

This immoral refraction.