Gallant George Grady got grumpy gray goats grazing gorgeous green greens.

It's always there,
Inside my mind.

It taunts me.

Rhyme and Rhythm.

Themes,
Ideas,
They will never leave me.

It could drive only me insane,
This ever-constant flow.

There is no escape.

They call me.

Metaphors,
Repetition,

Then it hits me.

BANG!!!!BANG!!!!BANG!!!!
CRASH!!!
SMASH!!!

Onomatopoeia.

Like mid-evil torture,

This wounded soul.
Why won't this ever leave?

It
Strikes
Me
Down
Deep
Inside.

A living irrationality,
manifested in me.

Living, breathing ,

Metrophobia.

A/N
Metrophobia: Fear of poetry.

LOL