Rough draft, old poem

For days I have been walking

Haunting steps as I shoulder glass

Eyes are droopy, feet numb, arms so shaky 

But when I saw a black locust tree

Under the moon it's beauty stunned me

White flowers shimmer silver under the stars

Teary eyes reflect the scene, known only to me

Stumbled, shaking, grasping, forth

Desperate desire has come to course 

To seize this moment's beauty for eternity 

Falling, twisting, tumbling down

It's decent has a whistling sound

My shoulders lighter, my eyes now wide

This crystal burden has left my hide

Stone road rubs in glass as I kneel

But hollow defeat is all I can feel

There is no power I have to heal

This shattered burden now in my heel

I knew a man so long ago,

a childs memory so far it's flown

An expert craftsman, so wise and known

He was my friend so so long ago

He gave me the crystal when I was young

A foolish boy determined to learn

His craft was better than any other

Only He can fix my failure 

Yet unmoving I still kneel there

Memories flood me from then ago

His smile and laughter, kindness to my ignorance 

He would still accept me, still teach and guide me

Lost confusion fills my soul

And now I beg and plead and gasp oh please

Oh please I want, I need my father

Clouds rumble making the stars to tumble

They streak and fall and fade away

So darkness swallows my fears and day

No business left nor life to rest, 

just eternal darkness that's now my slumber 

This is an older poem I don't remember when I started it and just put some finishing lines in. It probably is obvious where the change is cuz the style probably changed but I don't care just want it out somewhere.

Thanks to any who read 🩵