This poem
lacks the trait of
rhyme,
so it is sad
and it is lonely
because
it is freestyle.
And those like it
are often not loved
because
most say that
rhyme
makes a poem,
but they
are wrong.
Expression
makes a poem,
feelings and words,
life
and love and loss
makes a poem.
But even so
people still prefer them with
rhyme,
so it is sad to say
that you don’t get
what you what
all the time, dear.
And ha-ha,
this poem
almost had
rhyme
but you should know
that it is freestyle,
and words, feelings
expression,
love and loss,
and life
makes a poem
NOT rhyme,
but it would be nice
sometime.

It shook me from my skin
It sent shivers down my bones
It caused my head to spin
Because I thought that I had been alone

But as I laughed at my fear as folly
It stared at me is dismay
For to it right now, I was far too jolly
And it wasn’t sure if I was okay

I told it my mind was fine
Yet it still looked concerned
So I told it that I’m crazy like this all the time
And that sanity I’d never learned

It then shook in its skin
And had shivers down its bones
But at me it grinned
Because it had thought that it would always be alone

And it stayed with me
And we were dark and crazy together
And that’s how we’d like to be
From now until forever

Wild and free, unlike any machine
Traveling over all, unseen
You come at any hour
Like a beast, great and one of power

As you blew though my being
Oh beast of icey breath
You chilled my heart and soul
Leaving me with a cold, like death

You touch every plant, rock, and tree
As you roar from the north, south, west, or east
And rush over both land and sea
Thou art the Great Bellowing Beast