The Battle Within
All hell is let loose
Pomp fury on display
It’s heated vents…subtle naughtiness
and not a solitary sobering moment
A moment, beseech thee, I pray
for a flimsy flip it is, I witnessed.
But a shaking? And a venting?
…so much emotions on display.
Nay, the voice is betrayed
and a tear is portrayed
Perhaps, not a flimsy flip at all
but a compeduim of irking ails
First a slip…feigned reserve,
reeking yet a subtle frustration
then another and yet another
yea, the latter was not contained
Now, when you find a venting woman
give her a shoulder, and then a cuddle
Do not think for a moment, she be insane
You do not travel the same lane as she
Do not question for an answer
Do not make light the matter
But a moment of tranquil comfort
will silence the raging war within.