Jenaia's Dreamscape

2003-07-15 - 11:04 p.m.

Crappy Poem #1 - AABB form

Searching my heart and my voice for a rhyme

The phrases become harder with the passage of time.

The pain is still there, still buried within

I simply haven't the notion as to where to begin.

Perhaps the dull ache that numbs my poor senses

Is blocking my recall of meters and tenses.

Once upon a time these words would flow easily

The rhymes, from my mind to my pen would run freely.

But the words have stopped flowing, the rhymes have all passed--

The well has run empty, I am silent at last.

But how can it all end when I still feel the pain?

How can there be no words to help ease the strain?

What shall I do when that darkness surrounds me?

Is there no solace when my soul feels so heavy?

I stare into the mirror at that desparate gaze,

And I remember that face from those miserable days.

Only now I don't know if this time I'll survive,

For I've lost that inner song that kept me alive.

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