I began this poem yesterday for the DVerse Poetics prompt about good and evil and finished it today in order to share with Open-Link Night. It is written almost like an inner dialogue. I wanted to vary the rhymes a little bit more, but I don’t know; maybe the monorhyme for half the poem works.
Supposed to think of life as greatest gift, But tired of trying hard to spirit life. Come and get a little lost, In the darkness, high cost. Come and listen to accusers. Fight against that voice, that we won’t lose her. After a rest, the monster Stirs, peace it defers. She tries to remember all that life offers.