Well I've been persuaded to post this on my blog even though I'm going through a period of self doubt. I hope you like it.
A Recoil Reaction
Phantoms weep
When a poet is no more
Suns will drown in endless sleep
When a poet is no more
Dusk will fall and twilight rise
Ravens talk and cruelty cries
When a poet is no more
Silence roars
When a poet is no more
Oceans flee from sandy shores
When a poet is no more
Forests quake and mountains shake
Deserts tremble, giants wake
When a poet is no more
Stars will sprawl
When a poet is no more
Diamonds break and empires fall
When a poet is no more
Wars will cease and so will peace
Death will run and life will crease
When a poet is no more
Bravery quails
When a poet is no more
Sadness grows and hate will fail
When a poet is no more
Children play and flowers droop
Joy goes on whilst pride must stoop
When a poet is no more
Words will falter
When a poet is no more
Thought will end and memory halter
When a poet is no more
Sight is blind and shadows scream
Touch is numb and stones will dream
When a poet is no more
Rivers run
When a poet is no more
Storms decay and rainbows shun
When a poet is no more
Envy glitters, wrath will wail
Light will pass and dark prevail
When a poet is no more
Hope is lost
When a poet is no more
Mirth is cheap yet friendship costs
When a poet is no more
Time will twist and truth will see
The end of all eternity
When a poet is no more
*coughs*
ReplyDeleteI'd like to point something out. None of this has actually happened yet, because you, the poet is still here, and you wrote this poem, so technically the poet is still there. I mean, here. I mean, well...uh...
Don't have self doubt.
(That has nothing to do with the beginning of this comment, but I'd just like to say that, because you shouldn't. You're the purple poet for gods sake!)
*looks up*
ReplyDelete*nods*
As yes, I DO think you're a genius.
Such a beautiful, sad poem Octa. Never doubt yourself. You are an amazing writer.
ReplyDeleteWait....did you just die AGAIN?!
ReplyDeleteGoodness!
*puts a shield around Octa*
But really, beautiful poem!
*hugs him*
:)
Self DOUBT??
ReplyDeleteWhy??
You are an amazing poet. That is a beautiful poem, so well-written. How could you ever doubt that?