Wanted to do something a bit different. Playing around with meter, less focused on rhyme. I rhyme too much, and it can come across as a bit childish / old-fashioned. It’s not super long but I liked the process of counting beats / stresses.
Enjoy!
After the Pain
Floating through the void,
Masking all the pain.
Can it be destroyed,
And what will remain?
Wanting to be free,
Wanting to be seen.
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