These Words Are Broken

These words are broken
And will not write
Themselves into beautiful lines
Of elegant verse.
These lines are crooked
And sound so off
Everything's wrong
With all of this song.
These letters are dancing,
But it's no parade -
Maybe a march,
A funereal one -
An elegiac dance
Mourning a battered hope.
These words are broken
Or maybe, it's just me.