CATALEXIS

The notion rose that I made those words sing

Alone with essence all on their own time

It wasn't through my will though, I know the sting

The only runes from my mouth filth and grime

Look at what your eyes have beheld inside

Rejecting myself in violent flux

Using the tried old methods to save hide

The poet lives, made out of its reflux

Catharsis, better wording, telling truth

At first fear had a colder grip on me

I had tried in vain to not seem uncouth

Meter was less of a concern you see

I wanted to make a proper sonnet

But I guess my feelings went and killed it