I Hate Poetry Poem by Aya Zakaria

Poetry is for the broken

It's all about rhythm and lies,
but only the writer could know what it's all about,
Something so personal,
could open an eye,
an eye so evil,
only to deny,
whether its real or just a story,
nothing could stop a mind from going further to the aisle,
O, it's the feeling of Jaunt;

It's the one taken for pleasure,
it just drives me crazy,
looking deep into your eyes,
only to find if you rise to the rhythm,
Oh I hate poetry.