“Since You are Gone”
I know my hours stray since you are gone.
Alone, among the silent clouds each day.
I know our separation just as strong
as sinking sun grabs night; drowns in its sway.
I know what darkness is since left alive.
My lethargy begins when you appear.
It stabs the conscience, hard, as I survive.
Cold logic and my reason brings no cheer.
I know about your dying; it’s a fact.
You were adrift on rivers filled with dreams
and, reconciled, you formed a friendly pact.
Somnolent , you were tricked by him it seems.
I know more of a black void we descend.
Apology to death we living tend.
Write a poem that states the things you know. The things you “know” of course, might be facts, or they might be a little bit more like beliefs. Hopefully, this prompt will let your poem be grounded in specific facts, while also providing room for more abstract themes and ideas.