a weary voice across the line <br />feels like shattering glass <br />flying off and piercing fast <br />right across a gutless spine <br /> <br />a crumpled piece of dirty sheet <br />crammed full of striked out lines <br />in the garbage can it goes! oh sweet <br />right where there's no need for rhymes <br /> <br />a bitterpill was fearlessly swallowed <br />a wry smile from a pith now hallowed <br />tired eyes suddenly begins to weep <br />perfect words whispered in her sleep.<br /><br />maya crisol<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late-for-rhyme/
