I'm not a big fan of rhyming, at least in my own poetry. Free Verse is more my thing, especially because following a rhyme scheme is almost impossible for me. I didn't really manage to here either, but I suddenly got the urge to try. Corny and not quite what I intended, plus overlong was the result, but I enjoyed the writing, so I'm posting it anyway. What am I? I am Eight shades of black and a broken heart Many shades of grey and a failing mind That I think about keeping Or leaving behind For posterity. I am The only thing I’ve ever known And the last thing I will ever be But mostly I am a child at heart Who has never been free. And I am So many things in between And so lost. But time passes by With armfuls of goodbyes With aching, with sighs and we lose what we were And the only thing left is the hum and the purr Of my memory Which tastes like your voice So rough and so round And smells like the sound of your Funny old car in the cold In those days With each other to hold. I loved the coarse edge— Of your consonant speech. Miss the lick of your throat As you stood and you preached About justice. What have I been And from whence have I come? A long road between And a million to come. Lays my home and the place Where I last saw your face But we both are a long time gone. What might I be? I just do not know. Since the world and its lovers They fast come and go From the places and meanings And graces I’ve seen, The six shades of blue and the spaces between That I once called my own. Though I write and I write I just can’t seem to find thread to close that last bite You took out of my mind. The brown of your eyes As we split in two Prints itself on my chest And as if on cue That damn organ below it Just cracks through and through. So walk away, walk away Walk away fast Take it all with you My future My past Misery, misery Drama-to-go Though taken its toll I still want you to know That I love you as much As I ever did then. If you should ever need help Any what, where, or when I’ll be there in a flash With my heart in my hand Or a trick up my sleeve And I’ll do what I can. Because I love what I love though conditions may change I’ll still be there with bells on despite fear, hurt and age Time may crack Even bedrock, but some things don’t change.