No Poetry Tonight

What the hell is this style called? I forget, and I'm too lazy to look it up at the moment. I remember feeling heartbroken about something, and so I chose to write about the feeling of desolation and loneliness that happens to all of us at some point or another.


No Poetry Tonight (Revised)


There is no poetry tonight,
I can’t compare it to day since
the skies have opened up to cry.

Tears leave me broken here to lie.
And no one stops to ask me why
there is no poetry tonight.

No matter since I can’t measure how
the heart lies and pain doesn’t stop.
My skies have opened up to cry.

Phantom warmth, I have lost my sight
Of what’s real. I just drop to kneel.
There is no poetry tonight.

My heart’s all gone, emptied of light.
My soul has dried and flown away;
the skies have opened up to cry.

It’s times like these I lie broken
ready as hell to walk – knowing
there is no poetry tonight.

My heart is broken, and I hide
Not whole, and yet not quite broken
There is no poetry tonight.
The skies have opened up to cry.