No Rules to a Poem

don't you write
To make
sense
of the chaos and color that surround
us don't you wish we had
more time
to search for the
perfect rhyme

don't you just detest
when the poems work
in
the middle but not
in the rest
Isn't it lovely, but lost


when you break
all
the rules
When we have to write to

let go, and
the pencil is your

soul

Isn't it maddening, that you can



throw
some words on
a page,
and call it a poem, and who can say
otherwise? cause like life
there are no rules

to a





poem.





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