These poems make an attempt at rhyming in a weird way, but in the end fail. I don't know what to make of these poems, you have to read them the right way to understand them. They have no titles.
I flit and I flutter and I clutter
my mind with words that tend to rhyme
but often don't and I want an antidote
to the disease for the forgotten soul
because I left mine someplace but I can't
remember and I'm scared that things
won't ever be the same.
I smash, crash, and I lash
out at my friends, enemies and strangers
who pass me in the streets
as I'm out walking off the anger
that sprouts from the deep corners
of my mind, heart and soul
for which there is no cure to the
blackness that envelopes each crevice.
Surrounded by desire
love fuels the fire
of the lonely hearts
and the parts
of the soul
that need to be whole.
Confused by the light
and the joyless flight
of the empty mind
in the unbreakable bind,
the angel flew away
and forgot that it should stay.
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