The one true thing that lifted my life,
brought pure delight but changed to a knife.
All joy and excitment was set in my heart,
but things got crazy and fell all apart.
They slowly changed & some words were said
The kindness turned stone and sank like lead.
Now the past is gone, the memory is strong.
The deed is done, but the knife was so long.
Sounds as if you had something insdie of your life you had once was great passion turned to a sour mess and hurt you more than it should. Could it have maybe been a love to another, since love can turn us more deadlier than most things. I mean you did say that the one thing that lifted your life brought pure delight but changed to a knife. Love is the only thing that comes to mind, and the thought of love failing on you can hurt so bad to hurt ones self so much. I could be wrong tell me if I am.
I did enjoy this poem, the ryming worked well with this poem i thought. This to me felt like someone who has been betreyed by someone they truley cared about, and felt like they have been truley hurt. It gets the point accross for such a short poem. good job.
The rhyming seems to be a comfort level of writing in this poem. It offers guidelines that allows you to work around, while forcing thoughts to come out with rhyme. Can be a good thing if you are stuck, not being able to write and can be a bad thing if it becomes a habit forcing rhythm into poetry.