Dreaming In Braille
I crossed the thin line between love and hate
my thoughts i still try so hard to equate
from tis day i live the hermit's lone life
Through the dots i feel to stand all the sweet strife

To Cain my Abel breeds heavens wrath
but why must I in this trap be caught
a moment ago my plans were straight
but ever after she refused to wait

A Braille for my dreams i plead from you
blindness of my soul i zeal to cure
clouds over my bed i failed to clear
the last laugh i pleaded a wish too hard

For grace i prayed to vault this pit
hung at ten yards high now buried six feet
too late too bent to straighten this lane
the ends are the alpha I killed my Cain

This is my first ever posted poem and it's definitely nohing near good. It's just me representing heartbreak in a Shakesparean-mode monologue. I'll really appreciate criticism of any kind cus I'm tryin to improve in my floetry.

Nice one. . . at least me no fit recite a line but if them say make we write poem on how we go kill xmas turkey, and how we go full our stomach with ijekuje! of all kind!. . i fit recite that one. . . . . . .

lol. . .thanks man, me self dey try learn that part.