free verse

Words Without Rhythm

These men I see
All around me
Living their lives
Moving to their own tunes
Blindly following what they cannot feel
In words rehearsed
never authentic
never soulful
I ask you now
Where is my song
Where is my rhythm
my melody
my crescendo
Words without rhythm
are empty still

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