Slam!

So I wrote this rhyming poem…

Fuck it eh?, here goes –

‘I don’t feel

The urgency

The fervency

The need for chaos

of silver raindrops

of trademarked chaotic

or roughly poetic!

Don’t need

The addiction

Or the redemption

Neither the comfort,

I’m uncultured

Almost sundered.

I’m wasted

Stoned on a handful of hatred,

The sentiments are roughed out,

Faded,

Wakened under the

Stationed, unfettered heart,

Relabeled, repainted,

Not red!

What I feel,

Is to end this rhyme,

Crush its spine,

As it climbed,

To its prime,

Before its time

As it defined

The need that outshine

My resigned design

To redefine

A cold and harsh wintertime!’

Fuck its bad..

Regards.