Reasons and Wise

I ponder on why I picked poetry,

Cause I want to sigh in solitude?

With ink as my violins bow,

Songing to my writhing soul imbued

to wring my wineful groans,

Do I fear a violent foe?

Have I turned to this because of what I am teared by?

Rotten words clotting curdling inside my throat

then spat like whirlwinds of broth that's churned

with beef, mash and hurt speaked in minor loads.

Could be