attacks your
righteous mind;
sinking it
like an anchor.
The once
proverbial positivity of
your
penmanship is scribbled on the wall.
Your words are
scattered,
misleading,
and unpresentable.
Lie out your
lines one by one;
rearrange them
like a jigsaw until they fit.
Now speak them
slow and smooth.
The hollow
tone of sweet alliterations
flowing from
your lips begs the question,
“where’s your muse, dear one?”
She was lost
at sea,
a captive of
piracy.
The delusional
escape of jumping ship
pulled her
overboard to leave you
captain of an abandoned
tomb.
