On Oceans of Blue

i hate your format
i hate your rules
you dictator
with your line by line format
and your sentence by sentence rules
you alienate any and all true forms
of learning and creativity
im sorry you view life in this way
for writing is life
my anger for you has subsided
only sorrow remains
how did you become so limited?
how did you break?
how was the orchestra of writing
twisted and demented in you eyes?
id love to see it all from your view
to recall those harsh breaking points
perhaps learn from your fall
im sure writing once meant to you
what it does to me
no one makes a profession of it
without falling madly in love with it first
but to get to the point
of lacking lust for it
youve married, loved, and left
divorce is imminent
separation obvious
you have only salvaged the skeleton
the remains
the left over heartache
im sorry you view life in this way
for writing is life