Where are the words

that make

my mind

rhyme

Sinking gently

in pattern

into quite

spaces

Sweet and smooth

a honey kiss

dancing

in fluid steps

Humming

tunes impregnated

in golden spun

truths

Slipping

through breaths

with the air

resting on lips

But the crack

within my head

steals rhymes

leaving them to die   

And as they leave

I can sometimes

here them whisper

a soft "goodbye"

Sour words

heal the crack

with burning cement

sealing them inside

They leap

into my throat

attacking

like acid

I try

to hold

my breath inside

but they push

Escaping my mouth

making more cracks

choking sweet words,

others rhymes

I wish

to drown them

now and again

have no words

I peel

at the cement

that seals a crack

within my head

I pour water in

knowing

rhyme less words

can't swim

They have

no lungs

only shriveled

tongues of ash

They thrash

building flame

in the struggle

bellowing smoke

But I keep

pouring water

and the smoke

becomes steam

The sour words

no longer

have ashen

tongues

But clean

and simple ones

pink and wet

but still raw

They lick

at the crack,

bits of flesh

growing back

Some of them

escape

while others

are pulled back

And filed away,

their acid

cleansed

from them

Now they

are only words,

though not sweet

they no longer burn.

My rhymes

are long dead

but no longer remains

the crack in my head.