My Bane

A short poem I wrote when I was sad because our English teacher was mad at us. This was original written to be separate poems (stanza 1, and stanza 2 & 3). I dedicate this to you Mr. Winter.

I wake up at dawn from terrible dreams
That were caused by what has been happening, it seems.
Though I try to shed some light so that I may understand,
My knowledge is a thin as a single hair strand.

Tears are now meaningless.
My life becomes worthless.
I have truly gone insane,
And I know that sadness will be my bane.

I sing a lament for a dying heart,
Which makes it's death turn into a sad musical art.