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.
......
Posted Jul 29, 2021, 2:14 AM UTC
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