The door slammed on compliance
And I tussled in the undercarriage of his defiance
Β© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I was going to write a non-rhyme
But then I said to myself, ‘you could try not rhyming the next line’
What, not rhyme the next line?
But, then line C or D will rhyme instead
So why beat around the bush
Just get right to it π©
So I fucking called a cease fire stop
And two lines is all you get until I can learn to not rhyme or stop breathing
Rhyme or die
Now heaven said they didn’t have many rhyming poets on earth and I did not blink
I fell
Into hell I think
And his lap
But the devil said he couldn’t trust me
Then he disappeared π©
Hence this god damn poem
Yee?
Now I know he must have another blog or three, if only I had eyes to see π₯Ί
Can’t sleep
Can’t rest
Life is gone
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