I know this one is sad, but am I the only one who feels like this sometimes?
(I also did the drawing!!)
The little knight looked at the sky
Moonlight reflected on their face,
Deep in thought they prayed,
Wishing to one day take flight.
The little knight stared at the moon,
At the sliver of silver that glowed in the dark
At the hopeful light that lifted their heart.
And with whispers and cries asked for a boon.
The little knight stared at the lake,
A reflection of their painted face
Shivered back at them,
Smiling and brave.
The little knight cried each night,
For once in their life losing the fight.
Broken and scarred, lonely and scared
They waited for someone who'd care.
No, the little knight was simply tired
Of telling so many lies
Of selling their tired heart,
When, at the end of the day,
No one cared for them,
The little knight looked at the starry sky
Blinking spots that winked, knowing and shy.
And so they waved back hoping to, one day,
Stare down from the darkened night.
(April 10th & 16th '23)
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
