I like how
This poetry doesn't have to be good
In order for me to feel
As free as I should
I feel relief in that
It needs no rhyme and meter
Literary anarchy
Couldn't taste sweeter
Nothing beats
Knowing
That I could do anything
Anything
An
Yth
In
G
And it could still be poetry
A clear reflection of my thoughts
In bits and pieces
Fucking sweet
Sweet
Literary anarchy
Therapy in the form
Of verbal diarrhoea
Clear my doubts
And fears
And string the words together
Like glass beads on a
Necklace
Put it around my neck
And tighten
The clasp
Tighten
The string
Tighter
Tighter

Tighter
Until
I
Can
No
Longer
Breathe -

A moment of clarity -

Ah...
Bliss.