Poetry Spotlight

Poetry Spotlight

Sierra Ryan, Writer

I was sitting in her chair, with all my sadness and despair,

Thinking about my beautiful maiden with golden locks of hair.

I remember her face so sad and still, because she had fallen ill.

My heart feels so empty now, and it’ll never be fulfilled.



I miss seeing her super sweet smile and the curve of her face.

Now I’m left all alone with loneliness and empty space.

I feel helpless  in my chamber with no way to cope.

How can I go and heal my pain; I’m losing all hope.



I decided to take a break and attempt to achieve some sleep,

But everything feels broken like a world without it’s “cheap.”

I try to find some closure looking at the book she most adored.

But I can’t help but grieve over my beautiful lost Lenore.