“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.
No long forgetfulness is left to thrive.
My memory begins when you appear:
it stabs the conscience, hard, since I survive.
Cruel logic and my reason brings no cheer.
I know about your dying; it’s a fact.
You were adrift on rivers filled with dreams;
once reconciled, death formed a friendly pact.
Your somnolesense tricked by him it seems.
I know more of that 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.