So this is my first poem, so no flames please! Also, the breaks between some of the lines represent stanzas (for some reason double space doesn't work). Anyway, read away! Constructive criticism is appreciated!
. . .
I didn't know what to expect,
I thought things would work out,
I thought that we could make peace,
But they have destroyed my ship,
Taken my friends.
I was wrong.
This year is hell.
I thought I came prepared
Now I've been proven wrong.
But I'll give them a fight they won't soon
Forget.
I've had enough
Of this Year of Hell.
Either we die,
Or we succeed.
Regardless, we'll get our people back.
We'll fight to the death,
As the Klingons might say,
And we'll end this once and for all.
This Year of Hell
Won't last forever.
The Doctor says
That I'm pushing this too far.
He may be right,
But I'm going to keep pushing until
This is all over.
The cost may be high,
And perhaps I'll regret this all later,
But I can't worry.
Worry won't solve this.
Worry won't stop
This Year of Hell.
The End is nearing
As I sit upon my chair on the bridge,
I wonder if anyone will ever
Remember these events.
I certainly hope I won't.
This is one year
I'd like to forget.
. . .
And done! Hope you all liked it! I may do more poems in the future, I'm not sure. Should I? Live long and prosper! :)