.Letting Go.

I’ve given up on poetry 
with all its 
rhyme
rhythm 
imagery
meaning 
All of which I cannot do. 
I probably shouldn’t be telling you this. 
I should be letting you explore and infer what’s hidden between each and every line and word. 
I’ll tell you this too...
its space 
nothingness 
gaps
it isn’t anything special. 
Its simply a poem I’ve given up on.