My poems do not rhyme
a confession
My poems do not rhyme
They cascade in a tumble of unkempt words
Thoughts tangle and can not be
Unraveled and sorted so easily
Into neatly restrained lines of prose
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My poems do not rhyme
They sting the senses
Confuse and seep through the spaces
Between mind and emotion
That elusive place where reason
Holds no sway
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My poems do not rhyme
I’m unable to capture the eloquence
Of my inner turbulence
In iambic pentameter or
A perfectly worded refrain
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My poems do not rhyme
They spill and spread in
Dark stricken splotches across a page
I care not if you find them beautiful
Only that they ease the pressure
Of that which I can no longer dare
To contain
About the Creator
Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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