This poem was back in 2013 when I first tried out my hand at writing in a Shakespearean format. I remember whilst writing it there was almost an emotional level I felt; as if I was literally writing about myself and the distance I felt with not only myself but others around me. Depression was a big part of my life about a year on from then and this was quite possibly the start of that oozing out from me slightly. Or I might've just been a little melodramatic. But that's what Shakespeare loved wasn't it? Whichever the case this still remains today one of my favourite poems I've created and probably ever will create.
'I Am Human' A Poem By Mark White.
Dost thou know how to cure a broken heart,
It's one which plays such tragic tune.
Like such a leaf,
Floating off into the Autumn wind.
Such a tragic tale,
Like that of such Juliet and of Romeo.
But whereupon the cold winds are fair,
And I suffer and lay down in contempt.
A shadow I see before me.
Thou hast given it to me,
Such a glorious curse to be alone,
Pray tell me why?
I am not machine nor mouse,
Neither friend nor foe.
I am nothing but a shadow of myself,
Wherefore, am I a disease?
Perhaps I should flutter off to whence I came,
Such would be a wonderous gift.
Perhaps back into the dark,
From once my light taken from me.
Am I afraid of death?
No such quarrel here.
Nay, I am not.
Thou hast made up my mind.
But thou must not pray for me,
Nor sadness be touched upon you.
My shadow may remain,
But, fie!
The Sun may erase such a figure,
The break of day wherefore the light destroys me.
Nay, do not pray for me,
My shadow hath had its time on Earth.
I am nor machine nor mouse,
Nor friend nor foe.
I am human.
I pray thee remembers me.
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The Memoirs Of Me
Short StoryA combination of poems, songs and short stories I've written over the years; past, present and future. Each one of these have a personal meaning behind them; from the good days to the bad, from rage to happiness. These are; The Memoirs Of Me.
