I’ve run out of words that rhyme with hurt
After all, not every response is curt
There’s nothing poetic about the word “squirt”
And who cares about someone’s shirt
I tried sonnets for awhile
And all the counting made me smile
It may have made me grin like a child
But my thought process was defiled
So I just decided not to rhyme
And it worked
But then…
I lost my way
I tried to keep a poem going
But I only have so many witty phrases in me.
So I tried to rhyme again
Getting sick at what came from my pen
The same rhymes used again and again
And even using the same word twice now and then
My patterns were far from such
It made me angry so very much
So though I thought I didn’t need you as a crutch
I’ve come to realize just how much I miss your touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem