Released

I used to rhyme my poems with ease—

each syllable selected with delicacy,

structured and metered, AABB.

But then...something happened to me.

​

A stranger coaxed a few words from my mouth—

unfiltered, unbridled, undisciplined shouts,

and, just like that, my formatted verses,

l o s t

all rhyme and rhythm.

​

I didn't even care.

If anything,

I felt—

free.

......

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Posted Jul 29, 2021, 2:14 AM UTC

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