IT’S A FREE VERSE I WRITE

 It's a Free Verse I Write
Perspiration of a word,

The tears of the soul,

Pouring out in iambic rhythm

On sheets of unforgiving papers.

White lies shine bright,

Blinding truth to darkness unseen;

Turning dreams into mares,

With tongues wagging

In derision and satirical force.

With all these universality,

I can’t see my individuality.

A free verse, I write

But is that the only thing

That is free in me?

Words shaken together,

Running over,

Turned to the editor

And realigned to make sense

To an insensitive race.

Don’t stop to think,

Just write, just write.

Sorrow, pain, joy or rain,

Just write.

photo credit: https://www.emaze.com/@AOILRROT/THe-LiTeRaTuRe-ThInG-MIGUEL-AND-CRISTY