No Light in Greed
In the twilight of the night
I stood all alone searching for a light
I couldn't see past all my plans
Selfish desires became my demands
Family and friends laid a waste
To fill my greed in such a haste
Wealth was my only dream
Gaining it became my scheme
To achieve this task my soul I sold
All this for the sake of gold
The end is near and all in gone
No light in dark, no coming dawn
A/N: My dad and I sort of collaborated on this poem. And yes, I do like to write my poems in AA BB format. Not that I don't write poems in any other way but this is how I usually do. It just looks and sounds neat and tidy. Which I know isn't necessary in poetry, but it's my preference when writing my own.