A Poem, Written for You

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