love descended upon my soul and scattered the walls
all came tumbling down around me and broken
unspoken thoughts could not fall from my self stitched lips
gripped by that need to protect the other from the dark meaning
keening from a cavernous place that needs to keep well hidden
sudden bursts of dangerous insanity sharp like knife cuts
but i could not hold back that other me who was bleeding
needing solace and so i turned upon myself to dissolve
resolved to float on a sea of unknowing in silence
Marian host the Fussy Little Forms prompt over in the Garden with a Chained Rhyme.
The basic premise is that the last syllable or word of each line is followed by a rhyme on the first word or syllable of the next line. LIKE A CHAIN, get it?