Sad Poems and a Glimmer of Hope

Death of a Poet (Cogs and Conundrums Act II)

It's my coming of old age.
The black crow sits at my windowsill.
The gray fog beyond my horizon
Lingers like a suffocating cloud of death.
My mood has been changed,
To this world, so mundane.
My paper is yellow-stained,
My ink almost dried up,
My last words will be written
As I sit and ponder these thoughts.
I have written many lines.
The literacy and rhymes.
Influencing the world
One verse at a time.
The chair I sit in each and everyday
Squeaks of the wear
Like the words that will fade.
Memories will be lost
As my life falls away.
I chose everyday to motivate the world,
Make their lives better,
Spread more hope,
Eliminate the fear.
I've made my worth
On this sorrow-filled Earth.
So, I'll sit here this morning
And watch the sunrise.
A peaceful end to my life
As I close my eyes.