I don’t really ever finish writing poetry, but Leonard Cohen inspires me to try regularly try to do so.
No, that isn’t the title. I just oppose titling things. I’ve worked about 2 months on this and it still isn’t finished. Just wanted to post it.
More depressing than what I normally write. I’ll revamp my poems on the sun and post those later.
Dennis: You also inspired me to write :D.
It kinda…Bounces around I guess. Anyways. Poem incoming:
A heart of stone bought by
The Pawn Shop of Despair
For just a dime, you might have it
To keep it, you’d do no repair
You would not mind, I think
Bearing a little care
You might give up a coin or two
To pay to Loneliness its fare
Though the road may be long
Cold, alone and in dark
But my small heart shall not retreat
Shall not give up its song of lark
Shall not go quietly,
Shall not give up the fight
Freed from the Pawn Shop of Despair
Shall not go quietly tonight
Fight, fight, all for nothing
Rage, rage against the night
Fight the battle and fight the fight
Here comes the dying of the light
Keep up the battle, victory is life
Constructive criticism is welcomed 😉