And the Anguish...

He bewildered in his thoughts wishing to holler
Words clambered and trudged down his collar
Shrouding them quietly in his smiling demeanor
He buried swiftly his cavernous anguish.

The thought reverberated over, making it hard
Looking for nook he drifted apart
He wished to expostulate for a moment or so
And his benevolence sturdily were on toe

Before the hoist to downpour his emotions got gain
He respited and picked the wispy Quill again
Trudging down the road of grief he wrote
Lurking to hunt that palaver with throat

Ravenousness of pomposity was taking a toll
His guilelessness was at risk of fall
His pre-empt was subduing and draining him off
This feint is what all he got

Unabashed of his feeling, he spoke
Life if you only were not so.
Quietly he dissolved in his anguish
Waiting and waiting quietly in his ambush.