As I put our sweet Shilo to bed, again the thought went through my head,
if what I've done is right.
Oh, you do not know how many tears I've shed,
and not just because you're dead.
To the darkened room of memories I fled, shadows chasing as I moved ahead,
Leave me, I plead, leave me to wallow alone.
They haunt my dreams, my days, their presence I cannot shed,
you are most prominent among them, among these dead.
In the room filled with memories of the lost life we led,
I bring my hand to the hologram of yours.
Your eyes, though only a hollow replica, still turn my heart to lead
Once again, I weep because you're dead.
I think back to that marvelous, magical day we had wed, and you had worn red.
Oh how I despise that hue now.
"It's the color of life, of love," with a smile you had said.
Only a year later you were dead.
Shilo says it's not my fault, that I did all I could, but her hands have never been stained red.
Not just with your blood, but countless others.
What would say now, dearest Marni? Are you ashamed of the life I've led?
Not that it matters—you're dead.
I know you would hate me. I'm no longer the man you wed.
I poisoned Shilo—poisoned her—my last shred of you, so she will never leave.
I cling to her desperately, for she is my last shred.
My last shred of you, and you are dead.
Some friends I used to know would say that once I'm gone we'd be reunited.
Those are lies.
There is no God, or else he would have taken me instead.
When I am gone, I can only hope that I will just be dead.
Meh. Wrote this for my Language Arts class. We read The Raven, and our assignment was to write a poem about loss using a repeating word, internal rhymes, alliteration, et cetera like Poe.
Review, please? It'd make me happy~!