Title: The Dark
From dawn to dark
To every last bark
We both lie still
After an evenings fill
Thoughts of you
Sound the very last queue
My body slowly closing
My dreams rapidly hosing
The fire that burns for you
Like the animals escape from a zoo
I stampede those thoughts to crush
Every meaning that brought life lush
But why must I wait?
For your soul to emulate
Feelings deep down inside
Knowing we both have tried
To let loose those emotions old
Beginning to feel the cold
Flow through my body like the mass flood
From within the heart that we gain the blood
Increasing the confidence, the courage, the embracement
Of a Wednesday evenings encasement
In the dark that brightens that nights sky
Hoping once more that we can try
To see each other soon
Only for but one afternoon
I wait once more for that second bark
To spend nights anew, within the dark
-End
From dawn to dark
To every last bark
We both lie still
After an evenings fill
Thoughts of you
Sound the very last queue
My body slowly closing
My dreams rapidly hosing
The fire that burns for you
Like the animals escape from a zoo
I stampede those thoughts to crush
Every meaning that brought life lush
But why must I wait?
For your soul to emulate
Feelings deep down inside
Knowing we both have tried
To let loose those emotions old
Beginning to feel the cold
Flow through my body like the mass flood
From within the heart that we gain the blood
Increasing the confidence, the courage, the embracement
Of a Wednesday evenings encasement
In the dark that brightens that nights sky
Hoping once more that we can try
To see each other soon
Only for but one afternoon
I wait once more for that second bark
To spend nights anew, within the dark
-End
I wrote this poem as I was taking a walk within my neighbourhood. The night sky was so compelling that I got lost in its never ending darkness, Lauren then crossed my mind for a little awhile, but then I was soon broken from this trance by several dogs barking at me, which at that point I ran home and wrote this poem. For anyone thats reading it. I'd like you to tell me what you think. Just an FYI (For your information) Mr. Savage (my current English teacher that attended Oxford in the UK) claimed it was a fantastic poem, and that I have some sort of "gift?" Haha. I love Mr. Savage. But anways, tell me what you think. I'd like more than just his opinion on this.
Have A Good One.
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