TheWalkinDude

This is my first real attempt at poetry. I usually stick to stories because I'm just plain not good at writing poems. But a friend of mine said she always writes poems when she was down and said I should try it, I haven't been too happy since my girlfriend left me for another man.

So I've played it safe, your standard ten-syllable-to-a-line, straightforward poem. What does everyone think?

Joan of Arc, I came knocking at your door.
You were sick and you wouldn’t let me in.
I thought I could almost see you lying,
I stood there and waited on your doorstep.

I think I would have waited a lifetime,
But Winter froze my lungs and broke my legs
And I sat there half dead outside your door.
I never really minded it that much.

But lungless breath soon starts to take its toll.
And legless steps never get you places.
But I thought if I waited long enough,
Became a permanent part of your door…

There are things we do and then things we mean.
I never meant to wait beside that door.
But Joan of Arc, you were sick in your bed,
And I wanted a chance at that sickness,
To stop your body from betraying you.
I can only say I know how you feel.
Lungs freeze and legs freeze and doorways stay closed.
But you knew that long before I caught on.