Rhyme.

Overgrown weeds, 

Scarce misdeeds,

Juvenile & naive. 

Consistency skewed

Blue & purple bruise,

A lifelong love for misuse.

Bitter, clear taste,

Anxious of waste,

Anger & fear misplaced.

Words are very few

Apologies long overdue,

Peace & acceptance is new.

Every few years,

A brand new fear

Blinds & then it clears.

Words too hard to find,

Haunting to the mind,

It’s easier forcing it to rhyme.

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