my life has become a series of lower case letters;
a jaded lack of spark, my passion fettered.
my sentences leak,
neverending marathons of tired characters
and bored unspeakables
trudging along grey lines, equal
in their monotony.
it's hard to write when you feel as though you have nothing to say
you strip your words of their office
gift them a new deniability,
their status lowered and inoffensive,
saying don't mind me, i'm harmless.
no Announcement of Impeccable Grammar,
no EXPLOSION of passion,
no hint of a stammer.
caught in our rigid lines of rhyme,
and time,
sublime
prime
lime
Capitals Compensate For This Crime.
but maybe we have the poetry,
we strip theirs of decoration.
perhaps words simply are,
and we know to leave them be,
our letters unfetter'd.
About the Creator
k anne
read, watch, write, escape
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