This poem can not rhyme
if this poem is to be true
to me & to itself
Then this poem can not rhyme
because their is no rhyme to
my life
my life's rhythm contradicts
rhythmic flow
it zig zags in and out of
peace and pleasantries
this poem represents my life,
this gun, this bullet, my death
I liked it i know how you felt
you captured very well the feel of a very serious, sad, a difficult subject. it is simple yet clear, getting the point across... it is beautiful
ah, when life is seen through grey lenses. ive felt this way for a few weeks now, which explains why i havent had the heart to write anything.