06-08-2021, 06:21 AM
This chord sung in our chorus
With dead notes to ensure us
That the measures towards the clue
Render any lyric untrue
There is embellishment in thought
Reverberating through the strings I sought
And in precious, twisted melodies
Away from the music that the world sees
Muting the noise of mouths unheard
Straining my ears to ignore the hurt
While the soundless echo of my heart
Resonates with pain while falling apart
I know I suffer from this condition known as "rithimomania", which is a word I just made up and means I have this annoying, but very persistent need to rhyme in my poems, even if it makes it a lot worse. I am trying to cure myself from this somewhat, but it's a work in progress.
With dead notes to ensure us
That the measures towards the clue
Render any lyric untrue
There is embellishment in thought
Reverberating through the strings I sought
And in precious, twisted melodies
Away from the music that the world sees
Muting the noise of mouths unheard
Straining my ears to ignore the hurt
While the soundless echo of my heart
Resonates with pain while falling apart
I know I suffer from this condition known as "rithimomania", which is a word I just made up and means I have this annoying, but very persistent need to rhyme in my poems, even if it makes it a lot worse. I am trying to cure myself from this somewhat, but it's a work in progress.