Poem#2 Poem by Sara Sixteen

As I pen poems
In loathing of this demon
That has grasped us from behind
I ponder what happened
When did we become exiles?
I thought this was us
But when dawn came
It left us none but a spark
And in that light
We guided ourselves
I've been waiting for you
All these twilights
As I sang my heart out
But you never arrived
Like a bird perched in a tree
I spent decades waiting
For you were gone
And everything fell apart
Disguised trickery
Because I saw nothing more