I've never written a poem, aside from one I wrote in college for an assignment. It's been recommended that I try it. I'm an artist at heart, so I'm going to give it a shot. One day when I'm dead, if there's anything I want to be remembered by, it's the art I've created. Art is an extension of ourselves that lives on long after we're gone.
If ever there was a light, That shined brighter than day That illuminated the darkness, And helped me find my way It would be without a doubt, The love that you gave I was so undeserving, The digger of my own grave
The path is now a forest, And the light has dimmed I've lost my way, With my reason to live I continue to search, For even just a spark Anything to guide me, Out of the dark
I've grown tired, I've grown weak There are no words, Left to speak My legs are numb, No time to slow down The pain is consuming, As I fall to the ground My only hope, Is to be found But no one is looking, There's no one around
I miss your love, The calm when you spoke The touch of your hand, A future of hope If you're watching now, If you see my pain Just know it won't be long, When I'll see you again