Dead Poet
A torn paper tucked within a book
shall witness this dying man's last wish
unused and unrecognized
this shall be my very last masterpiece



A worn out pen in my pocket
Shall give this words its life
Dried up ink within it
ill use my blood aided with a knife



A broken table inside my room
shall stand as my last company
covered with dust and grime
Tonight I shall face this tragic destiny



A pale moon staring from my window
shall lend me the light I need tonight
Fading and hiding behind clouds
My memories are dancing around me, nothing in sight



A lovely lady waiting outside my door
shall take me heaven's nectar to sip
A beautiful and fulfilling life its been
This dead poet shall finally sleep...