Let the Rhymes Fall Where They May

After years of waiting, not to mention practising,
(I mention it all the same),
I think I prefer it.
Never in my right mind when I attempt
Anything different.
Never normal when I attempt normalcy.
Haven’t my wits about me when I think
I need them most.
“Thank you” is not what one should say
But I never know what to say.
So thank you.
For what? I won’t say. I’ll deny
What I spend hours contemplating
Because I’m done.
Whoever you are, whatever you are,
I’ve lost faith.
So let the rhymes fall where they may
And don’t try to impose form where there is none.
Still, I’d try anything twice
Just to lie about the first time.

by D. Diedrich

Copyright August 2006