This is something I wrote for my advanced poetry class in college. My assignment – ” The last poem before your life is snuffed (yes – they wanted it to rhyme)”
Lachrymose clouds holding back, letting the sun gently flirt,
My sandaled feet gently burdening the dirt;
My flickering orange sweeps back the dark tresses of the night,
I ponder chewing on my cedar enslaving graphite;
This shall not sing of my first school dance or climbing my first fence,
It shall not speak of my father walking away trailing my innocence;
It will not hail me for pulling through pain and despair
It does not chastise me for losing my sanity or being unfair;
It’s neither an ode to my laurels nor a dirge for those lost,
Not a chronicle of superlatives or curses tossed.
My swan song sweet earth – Let it be not sublime;
My swan song, gentle Charon – let it be, but a fool’s rhyme.