word for day 18: rules, theme: broken
dear tokens of expression, the cliche diaries, and your rules
he followed the rules, of the bespoken tools
others would break them, he’s a foretoken fool
he squandered each day, by obeying the fray
a prisoner of self, ever losing his way
he wasted each night, no voice for his plight
no answers would come, no choice but to write
he’d never feel peace, as his questions increase
no eyes ever find him, the torment won’t cease
he’s destined to fail, it’s the image they hail
immured by delusion, their own private jail
he finds an accord, an escape from the horde
in releasing the pen, to fall on the sword
art: Portrait of Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garshinavast by Ilya Repin
Whoa. Very powerful poem. I like the rhyming. I can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem that rhymes. He he.
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Thanks. Yeah, part of the “rules” in this particular challenge, is using the same format for all posts. The first one I did rhymed, so now I’m stuck with it until the end
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Hahaha. That’s what’s making it hard. Ha ha. But you did a very good job.
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To be fair, I’m far more accustomed to rhyming, than not. I never really liked non-rhyming (although I think I’m beginning to prefer it), but my brain still wants to rhyme when I read non-rhyme, and that’s super frustrating 😕
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When I was younger, I always write poems with rhyme, and it’s always a struggle, now that I’m old, I prefer non-rhyming poems, but reading poems that rhymes is still amazing.
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Yes, it feels like an age thing…
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