Poetry: Poetry

Why do so many people feel so disjoint
When the words don’t rhyme?
The lines end
At an odd place as the thought finishes

Can they not see the beauty?
A line can wrap with its partners
A surgical cut
But I prefer the slash.

Is it more real? No
But it’s still true
It’s still here

Grasp the depths of a line
Jagged and long
Deep and messy
Like me.

My thoughts aren’t counting
My life doesn’t run on beat
The words come as they do

This is still poetry.