If I were to have been conceived
Beneath a greater star,
My sorrows would have been reprieved
By powers great and far.

Were I to have been born as strong
As storm and fire and sea,
Your royal heart would never belong
To any man but me.

Yet surely as the evening sets
Her cover over the day,
And wintry hoar falls and besets
The dainty flowers of May,

I’ll lay to rest all blissful thoughts
Of passion and desire,
And smother out the spark that wrought
This once enticing fire.

 

Justin Monelt is a 23-year-old poet living in New York.


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One Response

  1. Zachary Dilks

    Beautiful and sad, Justin. You have a fine way of writing directly to the soul

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