The rhyme of each line; the flow they leave behind,
I have lost it all when it comes to how words fall.
It has come to leave me with a broken mind,
things that never come out just right.
Metaphors and personification mean nothing,
when I am battling my own emptiness.
Left with half finished stanzas of unfitting words,
the emotion has left every word, every line and every poem.
Do not force it; do not try to possess it,
the moment I tried, it was all erased from my head.
Leaving me to wonder if the time gaps are a sign
of the gift that I have so truly left behind.
