The Poet's Blade

A Sonnet I wront in HS. About the wonderful times I would have laying in bed. I would have a poem running through my head, and if I didn't turn the light on and write it down, then I would't be able to sleep for the rest of the night. It also contradictingly cracks a joke to me not being able to ryme.

Speaking From The Heart
5/14/02


Woe to me who cannot rhyme
What kind of poet am I
For me to rhyme is to stand on the edge of a dime
That I cannot even try
Is a poet with out rhythm
Like a bird without wings
A king with out a kingdom
A bride and groom without rings
Perhaps not
For he speaks the verse from within his heart
So this is not what I thought
My heart and word should not be apart
If I do not speak my heart to peace
Then my convicted heart will never cease