--Title Pending-- :D

Focusing so much on the rhythm, the rhyme-
Meter versus Time.
Am I losing the meanings laid out for each line?

What happened to free-style, free-verse?
Every word seems so rehearsed.

But the words keep on coming, just like in my mind-
No worries if they sound a bit forced.
I know they're not, it could be a lot worse.

At least I'm finally getting it all out.
For once, I can look at my own words and be proud.

I can portray any meaning-
Any concept I choose.
I can make you feel like you're here in my shoes.

A mistake here, a pen scratch their there.
But the words are all there.... Ultra clear.

So go ahead; look at my rhythm, my rhyme-
The way I use Meter versus Time.
Maybe I'm NOT losing the meanings laid out in each line.

Author's note--'Title pending' is the actual title of this poem, it goes to represent one more struggle of writing for me-coming up with a title when I'm done.