Dead rhymesA Poem by R.A. Youngblood
I wanted to write a poem about life,
but heavy thoughts bridled my letters,
there's hours passing by, and i just don't got any word,
just a mute poet's inspiration.
I'm just writing rhymes and say nothing,
i'm checking every word for a hundred times,
and there's plenty of place on the paper.
With a trembling hand i'm stacking the dead rhymes.
Go away you rhymes, which are adorned with gap,
i said all i had to say,
silence swallowed me who's woven into the pen,
i'm not writing a verse bigger than the life.
© 2012 R.A. Youngblood
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Last Updated on May 4, 2012
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