I love poetry. I am currently in the process of reading and analyzing "Tamerlane" by Edgar Allan Poe and writing an epic of my own. I've written many before, but I will leave only one here. I might post more as they are completed.
I stand amid the deafening roar,
of reality and the nightly shore.
The foundation of life is the second, or latter,
The world can be changed through the mind or the matter.
But alas, here I stand, not much of either.
My soul will soon flow to the heavenly ether.
My regret or one wish, would be to have lived,
Or spent some more time, inside happiness.
And through this sable mirror, I bestow a gaze.
I view my reflection, face older than age.
And through my burnt eyes, you perceive my soul.
It's shattered and ancient, archaic and old.
The last stanza is cliche, I know, but bare with me here. I wrote it in a day.
