(This piece was written by me when I was in military school, I was forgotten by my family on Christmas, because of the death of my Grandfather. This is my first poem I had ever written without help, but the three months prior we had been studying Shakespeare, and Sir Walter Scott.)
My life is of no meaning
for I will die some day
Tears aren't to be shed
for it will be a happy day.
For mine was a life of mystery
not knowing where to begin
And I told tales of my dreams
that were not meant for Man.
I lost my way through Eternity
a life not meant to be
I cast a shadow of doubtfulness
upon the image of the sea.
My mine it searches for answers
of which I will not find
And my body branded a coward
because of the prowess of my mind.
One day I will return there
to the lives of death within
To seek out that journey
and meet it at its end.
And then one day their eyes will see
and wish they could so change
To be as beauty within their hearts
as was in mine that day.