Let Go of Rhymes

Shackles imposed by life on me,
Reflected blatantly
In my words; My poetry.

The rigor of rhyming
Without negating
Poetic pulchritude:
Excuse of a stubborn,
Asinine attitude.

Now that I think
Why am I so compulsive
About rhyming and I
Discover the roots
It's the way that I live.
And the beliefs that I built,
Infesting
Themselves in my words.
Exposing
My innermost worlds.

Calling out, pleading for change.
Break all bonds
That hold and hinder.
And explore...
Wander...
See...
Seek...
Unbound beauty.
Not just a change in the way
I pen my poetry
I liberate my life...
I let go of rhymes...