Hey guys, more than recently I've been thinking about composing poetry. Most of the poems that I'll post will most likely be done during History class
. Let me know what you guys think; I'll put spoilers at the bottom of the poems explaining the meaning behind each one. Without further ado...here's my first one!
The Deep Descent
-By David
It was the day passion was sent to die.
The pages bludgeoned with red fill the unfinished catacomb.
The ink well has run dry.
The writer has revealed his work in a mysterious air.
The confused scholar gawks in his intellectual dome.
It was the day passion was sent to die.
Look how the envious eyes stare-
The book becomes blank and diluted; monochrome.
The ink well has run dry.
Innocent imagination was locked away with care.
Listen to its plea for alluring home-
It was the day passion was sent to die.
The pen has snapped twice in the dreaded snare.
Witness the weary path it did roam.
It was the day passion was sent to die.
The ink well has run dry.