Scavenging through lost ideas,
I found the perfect line.
Through these hills I re-walked,
In search of another rhyme.
Nothing but useless garbage,
Left in such a wasteland.
Confined to the limits of this cage,
I stuck to the scheme's command.
Scavenging though lost ideas,
I thought I found the perfect line.
Turns out I walked these hills,
Only to commit another crime.
Author notes
Just a poem about having to stick to a certain rhyme scheme.
You find the perfect line, but then you have to find the right line. If it doesn't work, it was a simply a waste of time, just another crime.
(Rhyme in the notes unintended)
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wow
search for thme could be so tedious..I never knew...till I ead this peom...i loved it right away....well doen thansk for sharing it here. Visit me and read me
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