My Final Poem
A blank page.
It’s painful just to look at it,
It was my life back then,
Back when my mind was beautiful,
And my ideas would never end.
My poetry was a painting,
Colorful and bright,
But now I’m a barren wasteland,
All beauty out of sight.
I don’t know why my love has left,
Please come back into my heart,
So I can feel the wonder,
Of a completed work of art.
I struggle to even finish this,
A pain I can’t transcend,
I can’t think a single thing to say,
I guess this is the end.
Goodbye.
This is my final piece of poetry,
It hurts me just to write,
Maybe I’ll return someday,
When my world’s not black and white.
It’s painful just to look at it,
It was my life back then,
Back when my mind was beautiful,
And my ideas would never end.
My poetry was a painting,
Colorful and bright,
But now I’m a barren wasteland,
All beauty out of sight.
I don’t know why my love has left,
Please come back into my heart,
So I can feel the wonder,
Of a completed work of art.
I struggle to even finish this,
A pain I can’t transcend,
I can’t think a single thing to say,
I guess this is the end.
Goodbye.
This is my final piece of poetry,
It hurts me just to write,
Maybe I’ll return someday,
When my world’s not black and white.