ID NUMBER 1866900

Contest Poem Entry

So empty is the night
My hands tainted with my longing thoughts
To my soul I say at last
Is this to words or words to my writing pen

Filling the sky tonight
As I long for another chance
Like pages of my other life
My tainted soul bemoans my fading sight

To the endless reaches
Hands out-stretched toward the sky
Declaring all my wanting heart
To my tainted soul’s demise

Sunlight settles upon the sky
Masking shadows of the night
And to my empty life be won
Tainted pages of my soul’s bequest

Oh sorry is the day
My hand writes words that don’t display
Empty feeling I try disguise
My soul repents to my dying eye

So once again I pen
Woeful words that reside within
To my loss I shall not claim
My life to you forever is my shame