The relief of poetry

 

I'm free to step between the lines

And draw my breath mid-word

To speak in soundless syllables

or utter words unheard

 

Allowed to not make sense at all

To help you understand

The contradictions in your life

Crushed by a grain of sand

 

To bend each last grammatic rule

To get my points across

And let you dangle at the end

Of my words, at a loss

 

I'll pick you up in a last line

Where rhythm has no purpose anymore and desperation takes over

.... just to make you see