Of The Untitled

[scoff]

I
tried to forget everything
I ever heard.
Each word.

Suddenly
I heard a strange murmur
rattling around within,
without constraint.

The growl
terrified me momentarily-
The sudden lack of
something familiar.

Quickly
carefully constructed
blueprints of life became
imperfect recitals of thought left untitled.

I love short lines in poetry. I find it much easier to digest the meaning when I take small bites and chew them slowly. This fell somewhere in between, or maybe it's just the way I interpret everything I read through the lens of my own preferred style.

Were I re-writing this piece, it would mostly be change in the line breaks and a couple of different word choices. For example, S1 and S3 would look something like this:

"I tried hard
to forget everything
I ever heard.
Every word."

"The growl terrified me
momentarily-
The sudden lack of
something familiar."

One more tiny detail I would want to change in the last stanza - "thoughts" instead of "thought" seems more appropriate. (A whole lot of my thoughts are left, deservedly, "untitled.")