One–track minded
Coasting the bends of home
The swerving confines
Where I rave unanswered

Loose limbs
Flail madly
As I conceive in seclusion
Mindlessly rambling

Peace at last
Swiftly dwindles
Fed to the fringes
To the feral longings
That jet away from my lips

Words meander
Staggering out of my head
Fuming of resent
Of guilt, grief, and despair

They drain unheard
In endless buckets
Until kin arise
To spin their own strife

My entirety quiets
And I’m quick to withdraw
For the jagged paramount
I cradle in thought