Experimental poetry, I guess you could call this. I was reading a fic which had a short piece written in this format (so in the interest of full disclosure: the idea is not completely mine) and wanted to do something like that by myself. So here it is. It's Brennan POV I suppose, but you'll see. Enjoy!
In the dead of night, he is there.
Visiting my dreams or nightmares
Featuring in every waking thought I have
He is there.
He'll smile at me, he'll hug me, and then
It's like everything goes away.
And it's just me and him.
Holding each other, holding hands
Wanting to never let go
Or I see him on the floor
Bleeding as the bullets hit him
And I am there, I see it all
But I can't do a thing
He's dying and I can't help.
And I wake up drowned in sweat
Bewildered,
And I call him just to make sure
He's still there.
And I want to hold him
And never let him go
Just like in my good nights
And feel so happy, feel so free
No worries on my mind
No matter how often I remind myself
That it can never be
My mind doesn't listen
Dreams up strange images of him and me
In intimate positions, in the throes of passion
Keeps me on my toes whenever he's around
And I want it to stop –
I want to do
Something.
But I can't.