In this room I sit here thinking,
Thinking of my heart’s love shrinking.
Here my mind calls out to Donner,
It screams and shouts and puts blame upon her.
But in this room with my heart’s love shrinking,
“This is my fault” I should be thinking.
For I was the one that learned to love,
So isn’t it I that my heart should shove?
So here I am trapped with nowhere to go,
No love, no life and nothing so show.
Move on I must but her heart would break,
So is this a sacrifice that I should make?
For her love for me is pure I’m aware,
It is my life that is her desire to share.
We co-habit a bed and she calls me “the one”,
That’s why it’s so sad that my emotions are numb.
Move on I must I’ve already said,
But on and on is screams in my head.
“Find a house, find a home, find a new woman to love,
Put this life behind you and sore like a dove.”
So in this room I sit hardly thinking,
Paper in hand my pen is inking.
With my love near by she is blissfully unaware,
Blissfully unaware of the way my heart does tear.
This is a poem I've been working on for a while. Some of you may have already figured out that it's influenced by the style of Edgar Allen Poe. It tells the story of a man who feels trapped inside a relationship with a woman who has stronger feelings for him than he has for her. It's not quite finished yet, still some thing's I'm not happy about (my copy is covered in notes), but I would like to hear what people think.