Poem Madness - a monotetra
This life I live, is it a crime
to write with words that do not rhyme.
What I create's short of sublime.
I'm out of time, I'm out of time.
There's trouble fencing with a pen.
A dilemma 'twixt how and when
I write and tell of where I've been.
Patience grows then, patience grows thin.
So I'm left standing int he rain,
wilted parchment becomes my bane.
There is no time for poet's pain.
I've gone insane, I've gone insane.
Author's Note: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/monotetra.html
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