So there was a poetry contest I got talked into entering and after I had written the poem I found out I had missed the cutoff date.
I usually post my creative stuff here so. . . Let me know what you think.
Why are you up so late?
I see you awake and want to ask.
When sleep forever escapes my grasp.
I know well, It is a wretched fate
That leaves me in this dreamlike state.
To sit in silence the whole night through,
And always every thought of you.
Forbidden, I know for us to speak,
Forgive my heart for being weak.
Deep within my cold dark Hell,
Within my bosom I feel a swell.
The only warmth in that cold night
A memory of you, like light.
Burns Inside me like a fire,
That rises within me ever higher.
And liquid embers pour down my cheeks.
Forgive my soul for being weak.
Once I was strong and brave and true,
Now I am that, to only you.
A broken, battered, bruised, old man
Is all that I feel that I am.
And when I shuffle off this mortal coil
Covered in the dark cold soil
A star brighter than you I will seek
Forgive my body for being weak.