have i forgot to rhyme?
i haven’t found the time,
of late,
to glean for words
that could adorn this slate;
i wonder why, but no,
the answer stares me in the face,
just so.
have i forgot to sing?
i’ve found i could not bring
my voice,
to fill the air
with something more than noise;
i wonder why, but nay,
these eyes tell more than what mere words
can say.
have i forgot to feel?
i’ve hurt too much to heal
this heart,
and now I’m numb
at being torn apart;
i wonder why, but then,
she would not even talk to me
again.
I’m in love with your poetry.
i was quite bitter here, don’t you think?
No, I didn’t sense bitterness in this piece, more like sadness or reproach of self. No bitterness, though. You’ll have to try harder than this. *grin*