Alrighty… I wrote this last night sitting in bed cause I wasn’t sleepy yet. Most, if not all, of the deepest stuff I write I write at night. Idk. But it’s five couplets, and you can read them individually or together.
Hands shaking, her last request,
To die and be buried in her wedding dress.
Lace veil frames her once-dark hair,
Mother-of-pearl sewn here and there.
Blue eyes stare down at wrinkled hand,
Diamond ring never joined by wedding band.
Eighty years ago, the paper caused her pain,
In it, in the lists, she read her lover’s name.
His name, across from which was written,
Three words: “Missing In Action.”
Also since we’re on the topic of really sad poems, here’s a free-form one I wrote a night ago after reading a book:
Dried tears stain my cheeks,
I am broken.
A fresh tear slips out,
Runs down my nose as I bow my head.
Having care only for him,
I ignore it as it drips onto the page.
His only life,
Voluntarily given for so many others.
So much pain,
As I set down the book.
I must finish it.
Pick it back up,
Try not to cry as I do.
Three chapters go by,
I sob freely.
“Enough! Be quiet! I can’t hear myself think! I can’t hear my teeth chatter!"