why is it that I
have such a tough time
with poems
that don’t rhyme

Am I such a rule follower
that I can’t even break from
this childish nonsense that
poetry has to rhyme

Or even that words themselves
need to make sense
out of the chaos in my mind

And where and who
taught me that
this world isn’t really
about happiness

to me these are signs
that there certainly is
no god that I would ever worship
because what god

would make a world
where sacrifice and pain
mean more than love?
and poetry has to rhyme?