By JD
Date: 2003 Jun 12
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The onslaught of rhyme

I think I've lost it.  My ability to write.
My ability to think.
To ponder.
To wonder.
To dream.

Maybe it's him.  Maybe he's changed me.
His needs become my task.
His insecurities, my mask.
When did I become so jaded?

Black keyboard, silent room.
I can't hear the sound of thoughts clicking their way to this empty screen.
I can't hear myself.
When did I lose my voice?

Hazy memories, charred affection.
I reach inside.
Is there anything left?
What am I trying to find?

Then it hits me.  
The onslaught of rhyme.
Love is This.
The passive and the assertive.
The defiant and the submissive.
The simple and the complex.
The bland and the intense.
Two lives, one soul.
Two halves, one whole.

Love is This.