Wrongly Addressed

Word play

this post has been pre-addressed for your confusion

i knew the address
so sharply dressed
a letter readdressed
a truth confessed

but the man at the door
had me mis-addressed
his grin cross-dressed
his charm half-pressed

inside i stood
both dressed and stressed
my trust stripped bare
my patience distressed

he poured me a drink
so perfectly dressed
and winked as if
my doubts were suppressed

the room was quiet
its silence a test
i counted the moments
both dressed and reassessed

so i left that address
re-addressed my way
the road in its quiet
depressed me that day

now i walk my road
no man can attest
to how i’m addressed
or how i’m dressed

i know my own suit
my own confidence addressed
and the road in its silence
tipped its hat, impressed.

~

I had a few mad moments writing this. Needed some distance from a bit of “Lord Devereaux the Devourer today. It almost consumed me.😱 Bradley Ramsey held me captive under his October spell.

I hoped you enjoyed my word play, I certainly loved it.