To Keats

This is written based on Living Poetry music prompt.

My bed is soaked in the aftermath of night terrors
My body is weaker than the candle wick

Wisdom sings joyful tunes in my waiting ears
reminding me
God has blessed me with gift and talent
Then why
A young man with an old soul deserves no life

My heart wails like an owl
knowing the night won’t come
My eyes are going blind
knowing the sun won’t rise after dawn

Sorrow is the hemlock I drink up
fade, flake and fly away

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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