A/N Written for the Mystery Competition. I've never written a poem before so I really hope this is okay.
Prompt: Reginald Cattermole
I lay here,
A cocoon of tremendous despair
And I remind myself of
The common moth;
Delicate.
My wings are broken
From too many pointless escapades.
My pride has depleted
From all the time lost;
Wasted.
And now I am nothing,
And I have to wallow in my
Incredible nothingness.
Longing for something else;
Despair
The clock counts in seconds,
tick-tock, tick-tock.
But to me it feels like
The longest eternity;
Tick-tock.
I spend my days now
Lounging in my bed.
Year-old coffee currently
Is staining my teeth;
Rotting.
Laundry spreads itself
Across the wooden flooring
Of the apartment.
I remember when you chose it;
Good idea.
The seconds disappear,
Counting down how long is left
Before I am able to see my
Darling wife;
Darling Mary.
Your clothes are still hung up
Next to my best suit.
Your wedding dress is still hung up
In my mind;
Embedded.
Your smile is ingrained
Forever within my mind.
Torturing my soul with
Your pearly whites;
Spotless.
The trees outside
Constantly change.
Orange to green, barren to blooming.
You love nature, don't you? Wait, correction;
Loved.
The poppies are growing
In your flower bed next to my lilies.
The red is empowering yet at the same time
It fills me with the loneliest despair;
Triggering.
My heart aches every day.
Part of me really does believe
One day you will return to me.
I know it will never happen;
Foolish.
However it is very possible
For me to come and visit you.
Perhaps we can go on holiday
Some place nice like you always wanted;
Or not.
I am withered and grey now
And I am rotting with despair.
I will be seeing you any day now,
I am so sure of it;
Tick-tock.
I lay here,
A cocoon of tremendous despair
And I remind myself of
The common moth;
Delicate.