A paragraph that is trying very hard to be a poem

I remember how the words used to come.
Tight, sharp, with all the iambs in a row, and a rhyme on every line.
Now they meander. The semicolon abounds.
An overabundance of words fills in for the things I can't say or feel.
Rhyming seems so quaint now, so trite.
Rhythm, meter, anyone can do it. Why bother?
Children's songs is all they are.
Increasingly I suspect that the only valid form is the haiku.
Say what you mean, and leave it be.

Youth, bright, sharp, clean, straight.
Pain, fear, worry, withdrawal.
Dull, long, cheap, dry, dead.