O

non poetic writter

Most of the time
lost in the rhyme.
Forgetting the balance
between wrong and right.
Words from all angles
getting woven and tangled.
Subject to change
as from night into day
As I ramble along
Jotting word down
A low whisper tone
Then screaming out loud
Noted not spoken
not often in line
A random conversion
of thoughts intertwined.
no meaning or purpose
Methodless design
pointless pursuasion
Ingenious manipulation
An outside interpretation
of the inside of my mind
©outsider22