Versifying Impediments Poem by Supriya Choudary
Versifying Impediments
To the lyre of my heart, a rhyme echoing,
No clear origin or end to the strain singing.
A deep and deadly violence,
In me invoked tones of silence.
For days worried these faint noises,
A myriad range of voices.
Mistake not for hallucinating schizophrenia,
Err not for deluding paranoia.
My struggle for a sturdy verse,
Not to make matters worse,
Finally wove a stanza terse.
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5/4/2024 7:49:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
get rid of all impediments and write more and more. Kudos.