Grumblings in the Dark

Because I could not brook

A single lie, instead I shook

The bonny lass until she snapped.

My mind she cracked,

Even while my poetry she took.

 

Grumbling, I stumble,

Stumbling, I tumble,

Tumbling, I fumble

Choking down the well-worn grumble

Ignoring the clear and present rumble

Thunder echoes inside my head

Causing me to crumble

And as I lie in bed

A heavenly, hellish jumble

I can hear,

though no one near,

My muttering’s mumble.

 

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