Well, I'm not calling this a poem, I'm not quite sure what to call it really. I turned on my POTO music and this is what came out.
There is an apparition, seemingly known only to a few.
A specter, who is never heard, and yet…is always seen in some misdeed.
Fate, it seems, has now dealt me to this obsession, this man whose voice shatters the barriers against my very heart.
He is always with me now, an essence of my being.
He cannot be ripped away by the jealous passion of another love.
For this has been tried!
So together we live, his eyes alive and gleaming, those yellow embers embedded within my heart.
And alas! Those burning embers fading.
So dull!
Yet he does now remain.
Always within me.
Within my voice.
Within my soul.
Within the utterance of a single name.
Erik.
Please review, as it would be greatly appreciated.
- Any ideas as to how I format this to look normal?