Burdened Moons this side of the sun

 

I can't find the rhyme

The season, a reason

Such a waste of time

Caged these repetitive confines...

Can't find the rhyme....

Not as much as a metaphor

Score of bore intermingle

Drudgery useless herbs

Meaningless verbs....

Can't connect the words....

Such absurd....

I go unheard

Invisible frame

Mame morphs I succumb

Numb my calloused holds....

Can't find the rhyme....

Torn forgotten today's

Another tomorrow awaits

Eyes stern, each turn

Can't find that burn....

The wicker has dried

Not a smidgen of drip

Clamped lips curled

Can't find the rhyme....

Lack-a-dazed

Steadied oars motion lifeless shores

My pour exhausted

Like doves with clipped wings

Running on empty....

Can't find the rhyme....

Popularity onslaught

Templates mask vulgarity

Massive hemorrhages

Splice my flow...

Can't find the rhyme......

Nine to five it

Amongst pagans cloned makeshift

Impatient sands sift empty

Tantrums stroll this denied soul...

Can't find it

Zapped drips

Wells run empty.....

I go thru motions

My hearts coast

Minds travels

Memory after memory

Stab wounds holster

This tomb of...

Long

Gone

Empty......

All is jaded reality

None of this shit impresses me.....

Empty.....

Can't find the rhyme

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