WHERE'S MY RHYTHM OF MY RHYTHMS
Here I sit in the darkest cornerOf a once energetic mind
Struggling with the word's to find
It feels strangely Insidious
For me to even contemplate
I cannot rhythm as of late
It's as though the sensitivity
Has disappeared along with
My conclivity of thought
My mind at times feels fraught
With rhymes that come to nought
Struggling mind overwrought
Maybe this poem
Should be my final epitaph
I'm not sure if this will be my last
I hope not
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-07-18 at 00:14
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