Time and time and
time again
i've sought a perfect rhyme
time and time and time
again
it just comes to me
when
those times and times and times
and times
i've searched for that one
word
and then
i think that writing poetry is something
quite absurd,
you make a verse, and feel its
flaws
with tears you say, words get involved
you feel the pain, then love its
depth
your mind is
blind
when your soul is tattered, like when
you balance on the tightrope and then
sometimes
lose your nerve.
I like this piece and I agree with your authors comment you must always write for yourself first. If someone likes our work that is great,if not they are entitled to their opinion