A Poem that doesn't Rhyme

It’s been a while since I last wrote,
Rhyming words that I put to note,
My thoughts oh they seem to afloat,
What else could be here in my boat?

I used to find an easy time,
Compose a line after each line,
Tell me, have I missed my own prime?
I cannot just sit here and whine.

So let me now turn back the page,
I haven’t seen in ‘bout an age,
As I leaf through I cannot weigh,
On the heavy words my eyes now lay.

I have then come to realize,
As I gaze and scrutinize,
Most of the words, to my surprise,
Were from a soul and heart that cries.

Would you mind if I just insist?
Pardon me if I can’t resist.
My views were roofed before with mist,
‘May have clouded my entire gist.

Well rhyme or grime it doesn’t matter,
My words may wane but I won’t bother,
Coz my life now is in such a harmony,
I believe ‘tis best than rhyme with agony.