My bed chills

Leeching heat

While I cling

To bedsheets

Loathing me

And my deeds

I know I

Paid no heed

Darkness won

And now Death

Takes his prize

My last breath

This poem was my entry into week 3 of the PoetsPub 4th Annual Competition Ever and follows a style developed by co founder of the profile, the great BillTemple1957. The idea was to create a poem of twelve lines, each of only three syllables long.

Easy, right?

Well, I'm either a glutton for punishment or I like to stretch myself. This wasn't easy! I do like how it came out, however, and found writing it fun, so thanks Bill!

Oh, and the poem came in second place! Whoop!