If I spoke in lines of poetry, it would be broken 

Every line seperate from the rest

My words would fall disconnected

You would not be able to make sense of it 

 

If I spoke in lines of poetry, there would be no beauty

No words would rhyme

One may say, it's just not my time

You would be terrified 

 

If I spoke in lines of poetry, they'd cry

Each syllable disrupting the peace between you and I 

My voice flat and cold

You let the nightmare unflod

 

If I spoke in lines of poetry, the destructivity unravels

Every stanza becomes louder as the sound travels 

The sound sharp and piercing 

You're no longer sleeping 

 

If I spoke in lines of poetry, the anger will spill 

The distasteful sensation of a dissolving pill

There would not be a harmony to join the melody 

You'd wish to leave the agonizing ceremony 

 

If I spoke in lines of poetry, all will turn

Alas the page will burn

Silence

For your own convience