One-Hundred Twenty-Six

Inspired by the style of Tate Morgan and Neva Flores and their 8-6-8-6 style of poetry.

Limping along, out of place
Burden'd by a lack of grace
Hoping for some clarity
On the correct way to be

Nothing so smooth on the curve
A saddle point killing swerve
The rhythm of life, just noise
Many of us lack the poise

Poets I know suffer all
And try to get past the fall
Finding words, making meaning
As the sun keeps on gleaming

The line of demarcation
Sunlight is on vacation
Stuck here, glued into a rut
Hoping that my mouth would shut

Married to this pitch darkness
And the requisite starkness