I have a few others that don't rhyme at all. Here's a poem I wrote a few months ago you might like, or not. I don't know. Ha.
"Guilt"
The pain...
This is the real thing.
The guilt is eating away my flesh.
My head is throbbing with torture.
And as the days go by, the thoughts
creep up on me like some sort of monster.
I have my doubts.
Is this me or isn't it?
I'm trapped inside this chamber.
And there is only one way out.
There is a decision to be made.
Shame is resting in my head.
Do I have the courage to make a choice?
Confusion is chasing me in my tracks,
and there is no where to hide now.
If I make the wrong choice,
I know somewhere down the road there are consequences,
whether I realize that or not.
It seems as if any choice I choose, there
is always guilt involved.
It hurts like you couldn't ever imagine.
I need to get out now.
I'll have to face the truth one day.
There is no more running.
Should I go this way or that way?
Only time can answer my questions...