The Poetic Plague

- Laurens -

I sit here
Reading your last letter received
And I think about what
You would say to me to stop
These tears streaming down my face
God, what would you say?

I cannot believe that you
Had so carelessly gone and
Died when I needed you to live
You threw away your shot
And now I cannot bear to say
Your name without choking up
I cannot speak without throwing up

My lungs cry for air,
But I'm too busy writing away my love
For you that is undying to care
Yet, sadly, we are mere mortals
That can be so easily shot down
By British soldiers who didn't understand
To take the guns out of their hands
And to not take a shot at my
Closest friend and my cries,
I cannot bear to stop

Laurens, why would you throw away your shot?

I reread our letters just to feel happy
It's like I'm receiving my life force when I
Remember when we fought together
When we sang our songs of freedom
And how we would change this country
And this interlude of grief has left me
Sitting at my desk, writing my life away
Isolating myself away
Because there's everything to lose
And everything to break

I cannot shake off the feeling of self hate
I must write, because writing makes me feel
Alive, I'm writing like I'm out of time because
You never know when death could come your way
You never know when it could sneak up behind you
And it caught you in its claws and
Tore you away from me
Laurens, please come back to me