I Was Free Verse

I feel like rhythm in a poem,

juxtapose 

compared in glistened light, 

intense stares wayfaring

towards me,

but only if I rhymed,

inclined for perfection,

but I 

was habitual usual 

rifling for some life,

crack on screen,

unorganized strewn clothing

in a bedroom of woes,

broken mirrors of

shameful assailants,

queasy stomachs of nerves

wrapping vines inside me.

I was free verse.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

inner turmoil and an unsettling turbulance carefully expressed, thanks.

[demureminds]

No, thank you for such kind reviews!

[New Dawn]

Free verse - so versatile - so chaotic and yet perfect at the same time. You captured it well

[demureminds]

Thank you (:

[Sami Khalil]

What a lovely verse this poem is...

[demureminds]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...

[Tai Ryens]

You capture the coiling feeling around the chest quite perfectly~

[demureminds]

Thanks!

[kublakhan27]

Very cool...unique concept :)

[demureminds]

Thank you (:

[kublakhan27]

No problem :)

[Antonio Valentino]

haha.. your room sounds like the shelter of my mind..

structure is overated, isnt it..

clutter, is my rhythm..

its the shambles of random distortion that bring harmony to my view..

rhyme is the fettered flow of existence

:)

[demureminds]

It sure is.