Empty Love
Deep within the Earth we walk,
my only true love is dust like chalk.
Over the clouds where God sits proud,
my friends look down upon these grounds.
The ground where I still stand alone,
weeping quietly within my home.
Miles away my family will write.
Letters arrive not being polite.
They all will surely sue me in a court,
during which I will contort.
Losing money will occur naturally
while no-one shows any apathy.
The scars on myself refuse to fade,
all of which inflicted by blade.
The blood on the ground does not wash out,
nor will my intensely gout.
THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT POETRY; I KNOW IT'S TERRIBLE. I'M SORRY.
Posted Jul 29, 2017, 5:55 AM UTC · edited
You're not terrible! I loved your rhymes, they didn't seem forced!
Oh, wow. Thank you so much! :D This was my first time writing poetry. Thank you so much for thinking it was good. :D
I definitely agree with posthumamatt here. Your rhymes feeling really natural, and the feeling is strong.